I wish you knew of the things that you did,
I wish you knew that your words cut like razors,
Sinking ever so slowly into my skin,
Inching ever closer to my heart.
I wish you knew of the things that you did,
I wish you knew that you no longer loved me,
Somehow you thought that that was love,
In your ever so twisted reality.
I wish you knew of the things that you did,
I wish you knew that my silence was no silence,
For every day I stared at you,
I was screaming for help.
I wish you knew of the hurt that you gave me,
It broke me,
Tore at me,
Until I no longer wished.