I needed you to know, I wanted to tell you that it hurt. I thought perhaps you would stop, if only I could speak those words.
And I’ve carried that all along, I wasn’t loud enough. Perhaps I didn’t make clear, the pain that you caused.
But it wasn’t ever true, it didn’t matter to you. What I felt meant nothing, I never had a chance.
I’m not sure what’s worse, always blaming myself or (once again) facing reality, of all that pain and hurt.
What that day represents, I never could have known; when it was just another day of torture, in my already broken world.