Hurt

Why do you love to see me cry?

I'm all alone and you don’t see

that the words you say

the things you do

they all hurt

they hurt like a thousand knives

they hurt worse than a heartbreak 

more than the bite of a snake

it’s these things that you do

that make me want to go.

Leave and never come back

You thought these feelings I lack.

 But those words come with meaning

and for me words speak louder

than any action carried out

words that make me want to shout.

Scream from the rooftops

of a thousand buildings 

So again I say they hurt

they hurt when you call me names

they hurt when you refuse to look my way

when you refuse to see that on the inside I’m drowning.

Because of you I feel these things

so why do it?

why make me hurt?

I try to understand but all that comes is confusion.

What did I ever do?

So again I ask why make me hurt?

Why take something so fragile and put it in the dirt?