You scream those hurtful words that cut and bruise my already scarred skin.

Burned skin.

Burned form the light you never let me see.

You see?

Seen.

Seen but not heard and also not seen.

Preferably not seen.

Not seen enough, seen too much.

I've seen too much.

I know too much.

I've felt too much.

And not enough.

 

I know the pain and I've felt the pain. 

The deepest pain and the shallowest pain.

Pain like a blood draw, breaking my surface, forcing my insides to become my outsides.

Testing insides that are now outsides.

For what? For a problem caused by somebody else.

There is no need to test me for anything because the poison in my blood was infused into me by the sounded breath you directed at me.

Directed through me.

Directed away from me.

Away from me.

Stay away from me!

GET AWAY FROM ME!

 

Me.

A being created by you.

With eyes of fire from the tears you created too.

Me equals half of you. Half of her.

So slice my body into left and right and take your respective pieces and leave none for me.

Because I am just half of you and half of her, and a half plus a half equals a whole.

A whole being, none of which belonging to me.

 

Me? Belong?

I don't belong.

I don't belong here, I don't belong there.

I don't even belong on the cliff's edge where I am standing, screaming, begging for somebody to hear me.

"Hello? Can you feel me?!"

"Anyone?!"

No one.

No one sees that I'm buried.

Buried in burdens.

Drowning in the voices of everyone yelling that its my fault!

 

But,

If it is all my fault,

That makes it half her's,

And half yours too.

For I am half of her,

 

And I am also

Half.

Of.

You.