[today]Jul 19th, 2006 8:12:06 pm - Subscribe

had I
a wound
for every
bitter word,
I'd be drenched
in blood
by eight o'clock

because you don't
let up
you never
let it go

the only way
I ever heal
is by getting
the hell
away
from here

I'll scream
back at you
but only because
I don't know
what else to do...

as you
twist me
into
this hideous
creature
that I
never meant
to be

tears could
numb the pain
and release it

but it's too
bloody late
to cry;

I've already
swallowed
your poison

so don't try-
just don't
even bother -
to apologize
or feel
any remorse,
because
it wouldn't save me.

every day
I find myself
fighting
for my life

the only way
to feel safe
is to
get the hell
away from here.

[I am]so mad that I feel sick.
[inspiration]is exactly the same every time.