S H I T T Y P O E M

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Has the cat caught your throat?
Do you think this is some joke?
What can you say to me now?

You play my heart like a ball.
You think I'm fast, never call
Me back when I need you.

You see me breaking up,
You see shatter in two,
I'm made out of glass, darling.

You think yourself made from hard steel.
I'll tell you what-
You're a child.
You're a fool.
You are little more then a tool.
A tool?
To break the breaking glass.

Shatter?
Shatter?
What does it matter?
When the glass shall shatter for the sake of a matter.

Matter?
Matter?
What is the matter?
The glass shatters again,
Was it your desire?

I'm breaking.
I'm falling.
Catch me.
I'm drawling.
My words just can't come clear.

My brain,
It's broken.
My heart,
It's shattered.
Fix me, you can't do much worse.

Trust?
What's that?

When you've been told a million times,
This will be the last time.
Only to be pushed around again.

To be yelled at,
To have things thrown at you,
To be emotionally hurt.

"This will be the last time."

That's what you said the last time...

And that's why I'll never trust you.

I love you,
I love you,
I beg of myself.
You love me,
You love me,
You begged only of me.

I'll never be fooled again.

That's why I'll never trust you.

What can you say to me now?
Can you handle the broken girl,
Who finds pleasure in pain?

I only ever wanted to feel safe.
I only ever wanted to be loved.

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