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I sit here thinking to myself as the thoughts pass in and out of my mind
Wondering
What is it going to be next?
[“Keep your friends close, and your enemies’ closer…”]
Does it make you feel good to see me in pain, to know that you hurt me that bad?
I hope I made it worth your while!
For all that time, you would pull me up and then push me right back down again
And I thought you were my friend
[I’m sorry did my back break your knife?]
Physically, you might have gone
But in my head I see you there everyday
[A wound that will never heal]
[Miss Perfect? [I’m sorry; I think you have the wrong person]]
All you ever claimed to be was a lie
And no one would listen until it was too late
You were the one who had it all
It wasn’t me
[I don’t need their sympathy]
For a long time all you did was hurt me.
So now it’s me who hurts me instead.
When I see you all I feel is that pain all over again
And I hate you for it
My lengthy screams
I’m forming fists
Slash and tear at my skin
And let it bleed the pain away
Now scarred on the outside as well as in
You know the rhyme:
“Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words will never hurt me”?
It couldn’t be more wrong
A broken bone can be fixed
But it’s your words that torment me everyday
By Sarah ©
09 August 2005
Wondering
What is it going to be next?
[“Keep your friends close, and your enemies’ closer…”]
Does it make you feel good to see me in pain, to know that you hurt me that bad?
I hope I made it worth your while!
For all that time, you would pull me up and then push me right back down again
And I thought you were my friend
[I’m sorry did my back break your knife?]
Physically, you might have gone
But in my head I see you there everyday
[A wound that will never heal]
[Miss Perfect? [I’m sorry; I think you have the wrong person]]
All you ever claimed to be was a lie
And no one would listen until it was too late
You were the one who had it all
It wasn’t me
[I don’t need their sympathy]
For a long time all you did was hurt me.
So now it’s me who hurts me instead.
When I see you all I feel is that pain all over again
And I hate you for it
My lengthy screams
I’m forming fists
Slash and tear at my skin
And let it bleed the pain away
Now scarred on the outside as well as in
You know the rhyme:
“Sticks and stones may break my bones
But words will never hurt me”?
It couldn’t be more wrong
A broken bone can be fixed
But it’s your words that torment me everyday
By Sarah ©
09 August 2005
