It Hurts Me Too Poem by Anna Ballard

It Hurts Me Too



It hurts me too, you know.
Every lie,
Every time you don't tell me,
Every delicate red line you engrave on you thigh.

I try not to let it bother me,
At least so that you can't see.

I'm hypocritical, I do it too.
But, I have at least a little will power.
And the only person that has stopped me
Is you.

It makes me so angry,
The thought of you with that razor,
So, so furious,
I feel like zapping you with lazors.

You promised me that you would try to stop,
At least while I wasn't there.
Even after I promised I wouldn't either,
Do you even care?

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