OLD.

I jump to my feet to walk away but you call me back.

I want to be mad but your voice lures me.

I resist your trap but your call beckons me.

I give up and realize what I have done.

You have caught me.

You have snared me and you'll eat my feelings for dinner.

I pull, I jerk, I try to tend to the wounds.

But slowly and painfully you cut at my emotions.

Heartbroken and confused I thrash and fight as my true-self gushes out in front of you.

As I try to hide you slowly push me into a corner.

I am trapped.

You are looking at me. No, through me.

You look as if gazing through glass.

I pull away and you come closer.

I do everything I can to get away but you step closer.

You know I need you.

You know I can't be without you.

 I want to run away but it is useless.

The more I push you away, the more I suffer.

I must become independent.

I must survive, but you embrace my pain.

Why can't you let me go?

Can't you just let me free?

I know the answers to these worthless questions.

My begging is petty, for the more I hide, the more is revealed.

There is nothing I can do.

You have been here since the beginning.

And you do not help, you do not stay mutual.

You bring pain and hurt.

but I cannot survive without you.

Just leave me.

Don't pester me anymore.

You laugh at my show of anger.

There is nothing I can do.

There is nothing I can do.

There is nothing I can do.

I am broken.

I am unfixable.

I am destroyed.

My thoughts are unfathomable to others.

And you make it worse, but you do not care.

You enjoy my suffering as if I were an ant and you were a small child.

Killing me one limb at a time.

In the end I will surrender to your torture.

I will give up and you will win.

I will let you win.

I will die and you will prevail.

Your triumph will be someone else's failure.

Again you will gain and I will lose.

I am nothing and I can do nothing.