• Did you know that I hate you?
    Did you know I can't breathe when you're around?
    Did you know I don't want to?

    Did you know that when you come near me,
    I want to scream?
    Until my throat is raw,
    And I start to bleed.

    Did you know that your voice is like
    a rusted nail scratching inside of me?

    Do you think my words are too much?
    Are they too broken? Full of too much hurt?
    Am I too desperate? Are you starting to get guilty,
    That you did this to me?

    Well, you should be,
    Especially since your eyes are broken glass
    Just like me.