I am so sorry
I couldn't answer
Not that question
It ripped me open
I always worry
You won't love me
If you knew
And now
I fulfilled that prediction
By not giving you
A chance to judge
By refusing to answer
It burns
Like cancer
Like kerosene
Bathing flames
Across my raw skin
Now I am lower
Than shit or dirt
I am sacrificed
Again
For all of my sins
I deserve it
But still
It hurts
You know it does
I can't give in
Or I will
Revert
To my original state
That of
Inconsequential
Unrequitted
Hate
