I wish I was deaf,
And I didn’t hear a word.
I wish I was blind,
And didn’t see the sins of this world.
Maybe it’d be better if my heart was made of stone.
Maybe it’d be better if I was skinned to the bone.
That way, when you would scream at me
I won’t cry like a fool and fall into misery.
Are you happy now that I cried?
That I fell to the ground like a helpless child?
Do you want to see me bleed just to prove your point?
To break every bone in my body and to twist every joint?
Do you want all my guts to spill out onto the tile floor?
Do you want me to surrender to you even though you already won this war?
I had nothing against you.
I tried, but I guess you think my love for you isn’t true.
If I died tonight, would you even care?
Or even show any sign of despair?
Would you ever give me a glance?
Or even try to give me a second chance?
Your words are more painful then the hand you used to slap against my cheek.
They’re like knives that cut me down until I grow weak.
Yet for some reason, I still think that it was I that hurt you.
That made you upset and do the things that you do.
I’d rather be on my knees then do the things you do.
I’d rather be hurt than ever lay a hand on you.
I’ll wait until I leave the house and find a place for myself.
Then I’ll glance back and hope that you find peace for yourself.