12 or 13
why does this hurt so much? 
why is it you holding the scalpel? 
cutting away, layer by layer 
tossing aside my hurt feelings 
pretending to care i listen, 
as you ramble away about sex 
saying you want it, as if it mattered 
driving your point deeper than needed 
i don't need your sarcasm, 
or horny remarks 
they come and they go without reason 
i miss you and hate you and love you the same 
the moment has passed 
now i'm crying 
the razor swipes quickly 
at my pale, bare skin 
crimson seeps out to the morning 
wishing that i were as graceful as clouds 
promising not to give in 
my walls may be down 
but my guards are all waiting 
prepared for another attack 
i won't let you steal me 
i've still got a little pride 
but please don't ever walk away 
3:10 in the morning and everything's great 
a healthy new day is awaiting 
i ask for strength and sky gives me questions 
what more could angie ask for?




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