You made me cry,
and then yelled at me for crying.
What do you want me to do,
to make myself worthy of your attention?
You told me you could love me,
and used that as a reason for me to stay.
What hurts the most,
is the emptiness I feel when
I try to talk to the stars in the sky.
They are the only witnesses of the cruelty
that no one else believes.
The tears on my path will dry,
but my brittle bones still ache
every time I say your name.
And every step I take,
I feel like I might break
from the weight you forced me to carry.
My heart has cried for so long that it feels dry.
Every beat is spacious,
and all I can do is make myself forget.