It hurts but I'll still say it.

my eyes are sunken enough to drip blood,

in place of tears

that is all I ever was to you,

a fallen statue.

I am faith lifted from a tomb,

you absorb happiness from my wounds,

a pale face is corpse white

grey is her heart.

if my name came with an adjective before it,

useless would be the word you'd use,

in your dictionary, I am —

someone who lacks basic understanding

' she is stupid enough to hold me.

kneel on her knees before God for me,

dress in blunt knives and rags to worship me.'

— me, me and me.

I'm not your mother, nor your daughter,

I'm not your wife.

fuck your OCD

and your knowledge

and your narcissism

fuck your misogyny and that ego

and your poor communication skills

fuck you.

you can use the wisdom you think you have,

to wipe your tears,

to give you love and the attention

you couldn't live without

I'm tired of your nonsense,

of your fires and waters

I'm just tired of it.

I'm tired of the trauma dumping

and every other one of your sins

that I see through now,

It hurts to not be yours anymore

but I'm finally free.

I can finally breathe.

so fuck you, and your unwanted

hurtful words,

go date the girl of your dreams

I'm no longer that corpse

I'll turn myself into that pageant queen

I'll walk in that length of heels I wanted,

oh and I'll wear the dresses you never liked :)

every single day now.

I wanted to write this poem like a poem,

but assholes have a special kind of genre

so here you go.

for one last time,

fuck you, and GOODBYE.

images aren't mine. ctto!!