Move away from me.
Don't ask, just do,
for all the bruises, self-inflicted,
were instigated by you.
Do not get down on your knees
and beg forgiveness once again
and please do not insult me to the floor
screaming and wailing in pain.
No one has to go through agony.
You can leave with your head high.
But, do not patronise me, praise or pretend
that you were truthful for all your lies.
Your word gripping tightly onto my key
as i spotted, in your eye, a tear.
The locksmith approaches, tools and all.
My eye; your eye, a mirror.
i thought it was not possible
but i'm already dead inside.
Stupid Pig. Fat cow. Mute girl.
"Fuck off my life"
