You said thatYou were giving me some distance
So that I wouldn't be hurt
You said that what you were doing
Was all for my own well being
The distance, in addition to your silence
Were not for kindness
You were hurting me on purpose
Every wound that now bleeds
Is from the "kindness" that you attempt
You can't understand
You cannot pretend
To be kind
You either are, or you are not
These bleeding wounds you've inflicted
Speak volumes without words
You hold me in contempt
All in the name of nice
I know what lays beneath
And I know what you believe
You cannot regret
What you do not feel
The level of your madness
Enters the realm
Of surreal
