Where You Reside

I'm sorry for what I've done to you But you've always just been A lacerated lump of cells Cursed to fit into the image of a man And I'm sorry for thinking it's my fault It must've been your father's But we were all we thought about All we talked to So who would I be to think That I'd done nothing to you? You're worth every bruise, cut, penny, loss, tear, and sonnet That's ever been committed But only committed by me I know I said I don't care If you're hit by a train or not But I know I'd shriek Until my eardrums were pierced And my lungs burst And with my blood spilling in and out I'd curse and dig into the ground Where you reside And lie with your cold, shredded body Once more I would With dirt under my nails And my eyes bloodshot Just how I'd never let you see me And you'd never kiss my forehead again.