Stinging

The stinging never seems to dull the aches
The aching never seem to contemplate
What am I doing?
Why do I even care?

You left me when I was down and out
Your bitter laughter
My sorry tears
I hope you enjoyed the view

The salt in the tears
Never enough to heal the wounds
The wounds that you made
The ones that scar

So stand there and gawp
You judgemental eyes
Try and preach
This was all your doing

And they run deep
Oh so dammed deep
Like the red you wear on your lips, so pretty
I wear on my skin, so messed up.

So carry on, with your full teeth smiles
And never look back and wonder why
You left me so hurt
You left me so dead
You left me when I needed you the most.