• I don't even care anymore.
    Lost in my confusion.
    I'll break my own wrist so I can't do what I want to.
    I have lost enough that I know what is worth keeping.
    So torture me if you feel the need,
    No, not with physical injuries.
    You don't do that.
    You don't even know what you're doing,
    You're breaking me down so I can't see straight,
    So that the carpet's colors blend together,
    As my vision blurs and tears fall off my face.
    You pretend you don't understand.
    You act like you are a lovely person to be around.
    You must not know yourself.
    Do you?
    I think not.