I've done enough haven't I.
All the fighting for something that never existed.
Your eyes plastered shut because you were too afraid to look up.
Your tongue full of stitches because you fear of speaking aloud your thoughts.
Be my guest and tear me apart.
They can't be worse than the stages of grief that keeps dwelling in my shattered skull.
Give me something to hate you for.
Let me bow and hold my arms out to catch your venom you've always wanted to spit.

Change is me.
If you were against the way I spoke,
What about the chaos in my head you couldn't control.
Why the parting without the reason?
Why the goodbye without the warning?
Why the secrets.
The things you didn't want to share even though I've ripped apart the inside of myself for you.

I've plastered every smile.
In every photograph.
But the last few were sincere.
They were forged from a maddening realization.
That I'll never satisfy the ones I'm supposed to love.
They told me who I am but I'm in the process of destroying the parts of me that matters to them the most.

My hands are callusing and my heart is harder than yesterday.
My voice won't soften it just drags over the stones like...