You
spoke your voice
Yet you
think I do not hear
So you
scream
Flooding
my eyes with tears
I am
selfish, thinking only of me
All I
ever did was love you
It
would be selfish to want that in return?
So I
never ask
You
scream again
You Ungrateful Bitch!
As if those words have never been spoken before
It
doesn’t make them hurt any less
You say
you’re proud
Yet all
you do is scream and yell
I try
to walk away
I went
away to get better for you and me
Or was
it for me . . . yes me
I
walked on the edge, one foot over
I was
feeling so much better
Now I
am one and ½ over
Now
that would be selfish
But a
relief, don’t you think?
I try
to write, to pray
And not
to think
About your
hatred you feel for me
You finally
revealed
My
mental illness is too much for you to take
You
suffer yourself
But you
choose not to get help
Mine is much worse – she says
Your brain, your emotions, your physical pain
I can’t help you anymore
I walk away a gaping hole in my chest
Again she screams
You Ungrateful Bitch!
