Bitter, broken dearest
Can only sullenly repeat
How hurt she is, the pain she feels
Like babe suckling at teat
Slashes at her wrists
Like a toddler with a knife
Yet expects you to acknowledge
The hell that is her life
Tis the ones just like her
That leave me only silence
The ones that are those proud to wear
Their suicidal violence
Yes your pain is justified
And your wounds are real, I’m sure
But witnessing your selfish acts
Makes me want no more.
They drove me to ignore
The hands, the words, the plea
Bitter, broken darling
I blame you for losing me