You're Appealing to Emotions I Simply Don't Have

Standalone.

Look on in disgust.

But I am what I am. And you made me what I am.

You fashioned me this way.

You broke me down (you crushed me).

I wondered how twisted your morals were.

'Cos you got some sick enjoyment out of destroying me.

But can you say, 'amoral'?

It used to make me cry at night when I thought of who I could've been.

If you hadn't ever said a word.

Just a little girl, in a very big world.

You only wanted to break me.

Does it make you proud?

That you brought me so close to the brink.

One more step was all it would take.

(Never wanted something more than the end.)

It used to bring me an awful kind of happiness.I hope you can't sleep at night, just knowing this.

I hope this makes your heart stop beating.

Because these wounds will never heal.

These scars will never fade.

I could've been someone different.

I could've been the person I had wanted to be, once upon a time.

It's not right that you still don't like me (but is it wrong?).

You created these issues, every single one of my

Dependency issues. Physical contact issues. Social issues.

Confidence issues. Maturity issues. Trust issues.

You made these phobias.

You built this wall around my heart.

And even though you win,

Even though I've got this hole in my head (and I'm not healing the right way),

I'm content with who I am now.

I can laugh. I can smile. I cannot give a fuck not care.

(But hatred never looked so good. Murder never looked so sweet.)

You can call me childish,

Call me selfish,

Call me bitter,

But you aren't worthy so much as to breathe the air that I've already exhaled.

This isn't goodbye,

Because there isn't even a bridge to burn.

I hope this hurts. It was meant to.
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Angry, angry words.