The sight of you

Is a glass

Of ice water

Straight down my back.

The sound of your voice:

Nails on a chalk board,

Driving me mad,

That horrible noise.

How dare you use me,

How dare you lie,

You don’t deserve the right

To make me cry.

I will not take any more,

Nor can I care.

Apathy envelops me,

And I just stay there.

I’m not coming back from this,

I swear that I am done,

There’s nothing anyone can do,

I need to go back to my person.

All I’ve known since I was born

Was that this life was really prison.