When,
did this circle start,
of me screaming,
and you,
not listening?
I can say,
anything I want,
and you,
don't care.
I could scream to the stars,
and,
nothing.
You weren't always this way,
I know that,
you used to,
always ask,
about what I was thinking.
You wanted into my head,
wanted my thoughts,
now that you have that,
do you care?
Was I just some puppet,
for your amusement?
I heard your brother say,
that you like having toys,
things you can guess about,
constantly.
Were the words,
you said,
just a joke?
The I love yous,
meaningless,
I thought you loved me,
but maybe I was wrong.
You never loved me,
let's be honest here,
I was never a friend,
was I?
I'm just someone,
who you couldn't read,
you made a game out of me.
And what am I doing,
you ask,
as I walk out.
With him,
the dog,
the boy you couldn't stand,
because he loved me.
He saw right through you,
didn't he?
I'm no fan of you,
in fact,
I'm just glad that you,
never took either one of life's precious gifts.
Goodbye,
little bloodsucker.