It hurts me too, you know. <br />Every lie, <br />Every time you don't tell me, <br />Every delicate red line you engrave on you thigh. <br /> <br />I try not to let it bother me, <br />At least so that you can't see. <br /> <br />I'm hypocritical, I do it too. <br />But, I have at least a little will power. <br />And the only person that has stopped me <br />Is you. <br /> <br />It makes me so angry, <br />The thought of you with that razor, <br />So, so furious, <br />I feel like zapping you with lazors. <br /> <br />You promised me that you would try to stop, <br />At least while I wasn't there. <br />Even after I promised I wouldn't either, <br />Do you even care?<br /><br />Anna Ballard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-hurts-me-too/
