you hurt me and hurt me and hurt me and ask why i don’t talk to you. you take my sanity and innocence and heart and stomp on it and ask me who made me the way i am. i can’t explain these things to you. you don’t listen. you. don’t. listen. im not your anything and i wish that meant you expected something small from me but no. it means you expect more. im just a redundant photo copy that you don’t believe to be original enough to stand on my own. i’ll never be my own person to you and that’s why you hold on to me. i was your mindless chess piece until i grew a mind and heart of my own. and now you want me back the way i was before. before i realized how you hurt me and used my insecurities against me. but i can’t. i won’t. it’s only about you and how you feel. only you can to beat down on me and crush me until i can no longer fight back. and now, im all apart. you tear me to shreds and ask how it happen. you turned me into a ticking time bomb and ask why i exploded. you ask, “what happened? who did this to you?” and the answer is you. you’re what happened. its always you.
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