a prick is as painful as a stab.

a stab is as painful as a prick.

what difference is there?

***

i hide behind these curtains
and deep inside my wall
fault me if ever you see what goes on inside
but wrong me not if they hurt you
for they pain me more

i dwell in my dreams
although not even they provide the solitude i need
my dreams taunt and tire me

and sleep provides no rest no comfort
for you are there too

is this the way i have taken to love myself
to place myself in front of knives and needles
that for every one minute of joy is an hour of tears
that i'd give away my heart so that it returns broken
and one bit of preservation i have not

is this the way you have taken to love me
your actions speaks not the words you have told me
should i then just be satisfied with the words that come out of your mouth
do you think the money you have spent will buy back all the tears i have shed
and all the time that i have needed you

i care no more
i want no more
i need no more
i be no more
because i too am starting to disappoint myself

***

p.s. oh dear, its so not a good thing if i start writing. :/