Disgusting and useless and strange

Don't try and make plans
there's a war in my head and blood on your hands
I still don't sleep at all
when you shouldn't be breathing, I recall
how each second you knew I never once got a word.
but I thought every second about how easily you heard
what I said and saw me sad and I cried in your face
but you told me it wasn't my fault, yet it wasn't your place
except you proved it was nothing that I could ever change
when you accepted that I was disgusting and useless and strange.
As every second that you lived as though I had no worth
made you a second more guilty than your day of birth
I hate to condemn
but fuck you
and fuck you
a lot
because I cut still
knowing you remember
and that you haven't
forgot.