The desparation of my heart

Torment turned to art

Love denied

Torture supplied

Little girl died inside

Try to make me speak

Is it answers you seek?

Or validations for your wrongs?

The countless pleas in my poems and songs,

Mean NOTHING

I'm NOTHING to you

The feelings of security, disappeared with the discovery of insecurities,

Formed by YOU!

You're wrong!

You're sensitivities and emotions take too long to heal!

Just heal!

Your vanity, obsession

Your need for validation, trump mine.

Don't say you love or you care

My heart's in the midst of repair 

No thanks to you

You can love no doubt, but in the wrong way

So nothing you can say, will heal what you've done...