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To This Day
You said,
You’d die,
Without me,
So I
Wanted to die,
To stay
Close.
Guillible me,
Dumb me,
Naive me,
But I was thirteen.
I fed you digestible pieces of
My empathy,
To fuel
You,
And you still
Weren’t,
Full.
I’d ask you to give it back,
But I’d rather be nothing than for you to be
Empty.
I’m not the victim, though,
Yet you keep naming me
The villain,
Because I broke you to pieces
And threw my mess away
In the glass shards bin
Like my science teacher had taught me,
But you glued yourself together,
Bit by bit,
Didn't want to look weak
Though everyone could still see the cracks.
You kept naming me
The villain,
Despite your screams,
Your anger,
How you failed me.
But I have to say,
My silence was no better
Than your screams,
My silence was no better
Than your anger,
My silence was no better
Than how
You failed me-
I failed you too.
And you, look
At you,
You survived,
You,
Did.
Glued yourself
Together,
At the least.
I, look, look
At I,
I died,
I,
Did.
Got cut by your shards,
The ones I had broke,
Heard I'm still bleeding
To this day.
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about how when you're young you think you know everything so you go out and you try all that you see and hear about. and then once you've lived the thrill you walk away, not knowing the pain it's caused the other person, until you get cut. no one's the victim, but they're both the villains in each other's story.