You ask me how I am, with
that familiar nickname you gave me,
as if you didn’t know, how I was.
I resist every temptation to reply
and let you know,
exactly what was burning through
It’s fucked up, how you were
the only one who,
understood my Silence,
the murmurings of my
Yet, can we deny the
fact that so many
of the Scars I now carry,
were put there by you?
How can you be the one to know me,
truly know me,
and also be the one to hurt me?
Ah, it is all so