Please tell me how you know me. You've had years yet you still haven't tried. You can't even fathom how I've tried, wouldn't believe how I've died. Just. For. You.
I've sacrificed everything to please you. Sabotaged my life to ease you. Yet I've still to figure out what pleases you. Yet you forget each day what teases me.
Other than the desire to hurt me, placate me, try to sedate me, unintentionally rape me and make my life harder than it should be. So tell me how you're knowing me, showing me, holding me and making my life better.
My roots may be ground in hell but I'll still bloom. While I rise above, you'll still assume, the worst of me, maybe the best of me, but in the end it'll be the end of me.
So tell me you know me and how you want to hold me, yet leave me here lonely while I reach for the stars. I know that you told me, please why won't you hold me? While ripping and leaving these scars.
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