cry little girl

 
you laugh at my tears,  
saying they look like little...
caricatures of grief;  
what it's supposed to look like
when one is hurting  
  
my tears fail...
to reach the heart...you growl  
I want you to really hurt  
  
not that you would know  
the difference in me,  
between bleeding pain  
and screaming rage  
  
but you always knew  
just how to touch me,  
in a way...that would be cruelest  
  
curling in on myself  
you laugh, Sadistic and mean,  
knowing I'm about to break  
my fortress. I never kept you out,  
you walked right through  
like it was paper mache  
  
cry, little girl,  
and when all the world,  
is done laughing...  
come back to me,  
you know you will  
today, tomorrow, and always  
because I own you  
  
you know, and I know,  
you don't feel anything  
until you're pushed  
to the edge of sanity  
and brought back to life...  
by the devil in me