The desparation of my heart
Torment turned to art
Little girl died inside
Try to make me speak
Is it answers you seek?
Or validations for your wrongs?
The countless pleas in my poems and songs,
I'm NOTHING to you
The feelings of security, disappeared with the discovery of insecurities,
Formed by YOU!
You're sensitivities and emotions take too long to heal!
Your vanity, obsession
Your need for validation, trump mine.
Don't say you love or you care
My heart's in the midst of repair
No thanks to you
You can love no doubt, but in the wrong way
So nothing you can say, will heal what you've done...