From That Little Girl

It's funny how you say you see things that can't be understood. From my point of view, I would have guessed maybe you would. You see, you take my trust for granted. I give so many chances only to be taken advantage.

You yell at me when you're angry. Then you go and say you're sorry. But sorry doesn't heal the words that you say to make me hurt. Sorry doesn't do anything when I'm the one crying because I don't know my worth. You say that I shouldn't feel bad about myself, but you're the one making me feel worse.

You say that I shouldn't blame you. That it's not your fault I doubt the way I look. But the truth is that you're the reason I am hurt. Your words are more than knives and you throw them when I'm not looking. I have to dig them out of my back and pretend that you're not pushing.

I put on a fake smile and tell you I forgive you, no matter how much I don't want to. My words aren't even whispers that get through because, 'I love you', means nothing to you.

Loving you doesn’t compare when you’re life lies at the bottom of a beer can. I can’t help you stop drinking unless you keep hold of my hand. But the second that your temptation stirs, I might as well be nothing but a memory. A memory of the little girl you forgot to raise because you never had the energy.

I am trying to help you but I can’t help someone who doesn’t want to change. Which is sad to me because this person you have become is built on so much rage. I can’t talk to you because you don’t want to listen. You don’t hear what I say because your ears are just as blurred as your vision.

You tell me you’ll stop, you tell me you’ll slow down... But I can’t believe that is the truth because you’ve been saying that for years now... One day you’ll wake up and realize what you’ve done. But I don’t think that I will be here when that day comes.