I think you lied to me,
I think you tried to rule my life,
I think I hate you,
Because of what you did to me.
See my scars...?
That is what you did to me.
Not those on my writs. I did those myself.
Not those that cover my fingers. I did those too.
Not the ones that run up and down my legs. I did those also.
But the ones in my heart,
where you slashed your way out.
The ones that I could not stitch.
The ones that I could not fix with gauss and tape.
The ones that do not bleed.
BUT the ones that ooze my pity.
BUT the ones that shed more tears than I could ever.
BUT the ones that make me hate you.
Yes, those, them.
Because of you,
I changed.
Because of you,
I'm sad.
Because of you,
I am alone.
Because, because, because of you!
I am not who I am when I was with you.
The old me is back.
The old me is going to open up my heart,
For I am going to stitch up those scars.
The scars that you placed on my heart.

 
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