Again

here they go again…
killing me slowly with their lethal words,
forcing me down a grave I dug with my own bare hands,
and yet,
they still ask,
“What’s wrong with you?”
“Why are you bitter?”
“Why do you hate us?”
I don’t hate you. I’m just tired. I’m exhausted.

and there you go again…
carving another scar on my delicate skin,
crushing my soul with your silly words and nonsense
killing me even more for not understanding
and then you tell me
“Why are you not over it?”
oh darling, you will never know the answer