You left marks on me,
Invisible ones.
Left me insecure,
Can't show off my skin now,
Like the way you know I do,
The way I used to.
You stole me,
then pushed me away,
Threw a picture in my face,
and cursed me with misery.
I had the illusion of freedom,
But in reality,
Unconsciously,
My heart was already caged,
And I've just committed suicide.
I felt something was wrong,
Should've trusted my gut,
Should have spoken up,
Stopped trying to please,
and been more courageous.
I ran away, you followed me,
Didn't want you to see me like that,
A crying, blubbering mess,
Tears fall quietly, the type with no sound,
They just roll, one after the other,
While I threaten, in pain,
"Don't. Touch. Me."