I close my eyes,
Press down the blade against my skin.
I feel my skin being sliced open.
It hurts but I cut myself just to know I'm alive.
I show you kindness.
And you spit on my face.
Because you are loved by everyone.
And I am your stepping stone to righteousness.
I was always there for you.
My heart screams of pain.
You don't know it.
OR
Maybe you do.
And you're enjoying it.
Confrontation is not an option.
It only leads to heartbreak.
You make me look like it is all my fault.
I shall never show you my kindness again, when you needed me most.
I am sick of being your doormat.
