stupid
call me that when you arent stepping in
the puddles of blood i splat
on a canvas i spun
trying to make my soul
into something abstract
called art, you make everything
i weave fall apart
choking
on the kindness i try to show you
and as you stand on me you stomp
on my windpipe i say please
be nice i wheeze be
polite, i die be kind
to each other
for a little
while
and i haunt
you stab my soul with a doubled edged
knife, and i float on in pain
but im not mad i'm never angry
but im so sad and you always hang me
before im dry my paint smears
and im left so ugly
you punch me with cruel words
and then you hug me
strangling me
with thoughtlessness
you expect no
consequence
when you
hurt me
and you always hurt me
im a specter of a girl with endless injury
and i just beg you quietly
can you please think
of me can you just see
the quiet injuries
the broken legs
i walk off
the bones
of dust
i'm
made of
the heart you left your blade on
even past my fond verbatim
could you use your eyes
see past the fond smile
into the withered girl you made
because of the casual way
you throw words at me
like daggers all
scattered and haggard
like they dont even
matter to you
I really wish
you thought
them through
i wish my
kindness
meant more
to you
but all you see is a pretty smile
not bloody teeth broken for miles
all you see are big green eyes
no to you they arent blacked
and all you breathe are
sweet tales
i spin
for you
to see
because
that's all
you've ever
expected of me
and i cry to know
that's all you'll ever see
the fucking perfect little girl
that is me
that
isnt
me
i beg you for respect
but you'll never see
because as I fade
to dust you just
walk on me and
i become a path
that you
wont lead
how shallowly
you have
buried
me
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