The two and a half year blues

You don't hear me

Cause you don't want to.

I'm not sure how I can

Make it clearer

That it's all on You.

You have left me to die.

You have left me to rot.

And now you turn

My disintegrated emotions

Into something it's not.

I am hurting so much.

I am hurt by your hands 

And you accuse a 

Need for empathy

For being a demand?

So yeah I don't 

mince my words.

They are containers

To hold all my tears

And your dirt.

I'm not getting harder.

You are mistaken the silence 

You feel you can no

Longer ignore

For violence.

I'm not getting stronger.

I am not allowed to heal.

I'm getting more broken

To the point

There's nothing to feel.

But you continue to live 

Your blessed busy life,

Cause we all have to

At some point, 

Am I right?

Just leave me here.

Its good. Sure. It's fine.

It's not like I 

Had other plans 

With my time. 

Guess I don't need a life.

Guess I don't need friends.

Or laughter, or hugs,

Or anything at all

But my end.