I feel like a grenade just went off in my head and your words are the shrapnel buried in my brain.
I wish I could erase the marks on my thighs but they will always say fuck you and remind me of what you did to me.
I can never sleep anymore because every time I do you turn my dreams into nightmares. I would try sleeping pills but I'm afraid one will turn to two, three, and four, and then I would surely overdose and crumple to the floor.
My knees still hurt from begging you to stay but you said I was pathetic and wasting my time. I guess you were right.
I saw my reflection in the mirror earlier and didn't appreciate what I saw. I punched the mirror hoping I would fall to pieces just as my reflection would. You broke everything I thought I used to be; now I hate all that I see.
I wanted us to last longer but I ran out of words and you ran out of patience and we both ran out of time. Now I have nothing left but cold bed sheets and this goddamned rhyme.