"That It Was Me"

Are you hurting me on purpose?

I tried to believe that it was me,

my distorted thoughts, the tendency

to over-analyse - and not

your inconsistency.


Why do people claim to be

your friends, when they are not?

Why must they make you give a damn,

and then leave you to rot?


I searched for ways to prove

to myself that it

could really be

simply

my own insanity,

that made me see

right through the lies.


Now I realise the truth:

It is not. It never was.

"Broken Girl"

She exists in a corner

of her own life.

This emptiness, that she feels inside -

you did not, could not, understand.

You never even tried.

Easier just to close your mind,

and leave the broken girl behind.