Every day a new part of me begins to decay
For my heart is a volcano, bubbling with all the feelings held within.
It's unstable and dangerous, and so chaotic nobody ever wants to stay.
Yet you poke and you prod at it, perhaps unknowing of the danger you are in.
I'm just not quite sure where to begin
Your words are a dagger
Cutting under my skin
So the scars remain invisible, and nobody knows what causes me to stagger
Does it make you proud?
That I no longer know how much further I can go on before I relapse?
That I'm hurting and sad every time you come around?
I wonder which step will become my last, or when my injuries will cause me to collapse
Every day your words generate more pain
I'm too boring
I'm never enough or I'm always too much
You only ever tell me that I'm one or the other
I'm expected to know my worth even though you've never showed me such
Or said our differing nature makes us unique to one another
The cycle repeats again and again
The process is painful and twisting
An endless spiral of hate inside my head
Something terribly important must be missing
For I no longer can see the road ahead.