Tic.

Tic.

Tic.

The sound of a bomb before it blows.

He didn’t care?

He didn’t try at all?

The fuck am I here for?

Didn’t love me, didn’t fight.

He let me walk-

I felt like a pirate.

Out alone on a plank.

Didn’t try to sway my mind.

Didn’t try to make me stay.

He grabbed ahold of my heart.

Ripped it out with bloody nails.

And laughed as I bled.

Blade in my back.

Heart on my sleeve.

Doors slammed shut.

Mind switched up on me.

Tic.

Tic.

Tic.

Counting down the seconds.

The clock’s wide awake.

‘Til I can’t take it.

‘Til I buckle.

Takes all my strength to stand up right.

“Stand the fuck up.”

It’s what my mom said.

When she hit me and I fell.

“Stand the fuck up.”

It’s what you said to me.

When I took a beating.

From you, always you.

I’ve always been a ticking bomb.

You just happened to be the one.

The one to pull the plug-

B

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Now I don’t have to carry your shit.