"And destroying was the only way I could see."

I was at home here Whispers hold no more promise than the rain Quietly in a room, dark, holding my disdain I held a basket filled to the brim with trust I gave it all to you wrapped in my own skin because I wanted you to have me I felt ugly all the time And destroying was the only way I could see And after all was said all I got to see was your broken face I had invested so much love in But was it love? Because it felt more like a fucking beating now that I think about it As if I’m not always thinking about it I tried to write you words but you spit in my palms and told me it was enough to last To this day I don’t know or understand what it is you made me feel But I felt it I fucking hate you and the casual way you tore feelings right out of my brain and strung them like beads around your neck I reach for any words to describe it but nothing works the way I want it to Nothing sounds the way I want it to because the only sound I can hear is your sickly sweet voice telling me it’s all the same as it used to be.