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Now I remember... it was kind of like that...
Hate me tomorrow
Hate me for all the things I didn't do for you.
Hate me in ways
Yeah ways hard to swallow.
Hate me so you can finally see what's good for you.
I came home bleeding through the bandages that the rest of the world forced on me with a nonchalant "carry on"... it was supposed to keep me content. And for not saying anything after, I probably was. Had there been no blood, I'm sure they would have overlooked me altogether.
And I'll never forget the look on your face when you saw me drag myself home. It wasn't only the disgust for their negligence, but the mere fact that any harm had come to me that put you in such a state of horror.
You replaced the single bandage with a colossal amount of gauze to stop me from leaving myself. I think it hurt you more than it did me.
I remember having to tell you that it was ok, that I was fine and had gone through the whole day without complaining because I was a big girl, and big girls don't cry. And the twist came when those tears you held in for so long had finally begun to make their descent.
I had been torn to the bone, but those tears are what went straight to my heart.
The night ended with an "I love you", and a blackout that sent that day to my memory with a heavy burn that was scarred over, reopened, and re-scarred several times since that day.
But you loved me... love me... and that was all I needed to be sure of. Nothing else mattered. Nothing else ever will.
Hate me tomorrow
Hate me for all the things I didn't do for you.
Hate me in ways
Yeah ways hard to swallow.
Hate me so you can finally see what's good for you.
I came home bleeding through the bandages that the rest of the world forced on me with a nonchalant "carry on"... it was supposed to keep me content. And for not saying anything after, I probably was. Had there been no blood, I'm sure they would have overlooked me altogether.
And I'll never forget the look on your face when you saw me drag myself home. It wasn't only the disgust for their negligence, but the mere fact that any harm had come to me that put you in such a state of horror.
You replaced the single bandage with a colossal amount of gauze to stop me from leaving myself. I think it hurt you more than it did me.
I remember having to tell you that it was ok, that I was fine and had gone through the whole day without complaining because I was a big girl, and big girls don't cry. And the twist came when those tears you held in for so long had finally begun to make their descent.
I had been torn to the bone, but those tears are what went straight to my heart.
The night ended with an "I love you", and a blackout that sent that day to my memory with a heavy burn that was scarred over, reopened, and re-scarred several times since that day.
But you loved me... love me... and that was all I needed to be sure of. Nothing else mattered. Nothing else ever will.