Damaged Goods


It starts with a misconception
Then deafening silence
Followed by words that cut like knives
How can she just sit there and watch me hurt?
I could never hurt her like that
Not on purpose
But she does it with ease
I'd still sooner die than live without her
I think I may die soon
Because today I saw it
I saw the look in her eyes
The disgust
She had finally given up on me
I knew it'd happen one day
Nobody wants damaged goods
She might put up with me for a few more months
Maybe a year
But then she'll leave
And every inch of me will scream
I'll last a year
Maybe two
But getting out of bed in the morning will come to be too much
And I'll slip into the comforting darkness
that I've always known so well.

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