Is this what you wanted?
To see the tear tracks down my face?
Is this what you wanted?
To know that they belong to you?

The lines of red showing on my limbs,
the loops of rope I tied to fit my neck,
the pills of death I bought from the distributer,
the invisible scars and open wounds.

Is this what you wanted?
To push me to the edge?
Is this what you wanted?
To have me on the brink?

The hollow hurt forming in my chest,
The pitiful pain in my heart,
The smoldering sorrow in my stomach,
The numb tingle across my body.

Does this make you feel better?
Does this make you feel stronger?
Does this make you feel braver?
Does this make you feel smarter?

Is this what you wanted?
To have me run away?
Is this what you wanted?
To make me tired of life?