don't look at me

please, don't look at me.

and i can see the way hate burns in
your eyes when you spot the scars,
savagely drawn across my wrists.
(could i please cut deeper to make her
understand?) i only wish that you could
understand (how much she hurt((s)) me)
because i hate the way your words singe
my flesh (as it tears apart in layers).

but this is more than you can imagine
(forgive me) because i know you just
want to understand (i can't make you).

even though i bleed, daddy, do you
still love your (tainted) little girl?

May 13, 2006