Hurt Me To Tell Me The Truth Poem by Desiree Whitamore

i'm sitting here, wondering how you
could talk the way you talk, do the things you do.
don't look at me like i'm a freaking leper
i know that i change for the better.

and i've been looked right in the eye
and i have been told so many lies.
living a life that so bizzare
you don't know cuz you dont have the heart.
so please try and understand
i hate the way you let go of my hand

do you see the things i do
the cuts on my wrist, all because of you.
done sugar coating so you wont feel bad
when its your job to tell me where we're at.

do you want me to believe you
do you hurt me to tell me the truth?