You can't hide from the past. |
he always gets angry when i smoke gradually inhaling suicide into my lungs filled with poison poison that i feel like i need he always gets angry when i degrade myself when i say im not pretty or that im not strong enough but he doesnt know what the fuck ive been through i am shy i am weak i am scared and when im among large groups at times i feel anxious uncomfortable in my own skin he doesn't know that daddy paralyzed me patronized me every moment that he could he took away my dolls and gave me knives to cut myself with he took away my confidence and gave me cigarettes so that i could kill myself because i didnt deserve to live he said he gave me a primary example of a man someone who will forever make me feel like i need to apologize for who i am for the woman i have become i was the hunted but he always made me feel like the hunter i was the victim but he always made me feel like the predator it's as if i was his clown i must have been because i am sought out by men like him men who leave like him and when they commit this act i become an entire fucking cosmological joke everyone laughs with their new wives or new children or both and there i remain lifeless just one more woman who is a cutter just one more woman who cannot masturbate without crying just one more fucking woman who will not allow good people to give her good things in this life because she was cast into this role he gave me this role to play. |