You Make Me Wish I Was Dead and Away From You

Seeing you makes me want to punch myself in the face,

Because my chest is tight,

And I'm breathing at a rapid

Pace.

You make my eyes sting

Like bees,

Filling my eyes to the edge with water;

Falling tears.

You make me want to punch myself in the stomach;

So I can vomit up

How much I care.

Maybe you'll slip,

And land

On the floor,

In my spit.

Because I know you don't care.

You can't tell me, you do.

You never show it.

Your actions don't

Make your words

True.

You make me want to stab myself

In the throat

For speaking to you kindly.

Sometimes

We talk,

But the communication

Is an issue.

You don't listen.

Maybe you should cut off your ears;

Because they clearly

don't do you any real good,

Dear.

You make me want to rip out my own heart,

For feeling so much.

My brain might explode,

At the game you played.

You make me want to cut out my own eyes.

Because of all the times,

You've made me cry.

I think having a broken bone would hurt a lot less than You.

Because you make me want to

Do things

I can't undo.

You make the pain seem really

There;

When

It's all inside my chest;

My head.

This really wasn't fair.

You never hear a word I said.

You don't really care,

So maybe you'd care

If I were dead.

Chopped into pieces;

Broken and bruised.

You make me wish to be away from here;

Away from you.

Those blue eyes

Are beautiful but hold zero truth.

So I'll metaphorically kill the parts of me

that some how still care about you.

sg 2018.