I Hate
I hate the way you touch me,
And then you smile ackwardely at me,
As though asking permission for the crime to my body that your about to
commit
My eyes become ice cold
And I leave my body
Allowing you to invade me.
But not my mind.
And that's the only thing that's mine.
The cuts on my wrists are because of you.
So you do unmentionable things to me.
Even when I tell you "No!" over and over again every time.
I know that when your finished,
And I come back,
You'll kiss me softly,
So opposite the monster you just were,
And I'll go home,
And not tell anyone,
And try to deal with the emotional pain that you cause me by doing some
physical pain to myself
I hate you with every fiber of my being,
And every day is a struggle to ignore your existence.
And pretend I don't know anything about you.