I Didn't Think So

You don't get it, do you?
You don't get how I'm silently dying here.
You don't see how you're killing me with every word that escapes your sugar-coated lips.
I didn't think so.
I wouldn't expect you too.
You'll never realize.
You won't come to my funeral, will you?
When I'm dead and cold, lying motionless in the coffin.
When all all the blood in my body has flowed from my wrists.
I don't think so.
You'll just forget about me.
I'm just another kid.
I'll get over it.
It's not really damaging me.
I don't think so.
It's fucking killing me!
And you don't see.
No one sees.
Not my mother, or my father, or my brother, or you.
Not even you, the perpetrator.
Not even you, the one calling me all these names.
Not even you, the one beating me to a bloody pulp.
Not even you, the one abusing me day after day after day.
I didn't think so.
Please stop! I cry.
Let it end, it hurts, the pain! I scream, backing away.
I don't think so you reply, throwing another blow.
You won't miss me when I'm gone, will you?
You won't miss me once I've killed myself because of you.
Yeah, I didn't think so either.