Touchè

Hey
I write you these dumb poems
That you won't read
So you won't understand
My dumb mind
So that I won't be heard
Hey
Touchè
I know I won't and I keep going
Flowing, knowing I'm missing my mark
Hey touchè
Please listen anyways
I'm hungry all the time
But I stuff face like a pig
Hey touchè
I'm cutting again
Fuck it
Gonna come right out and say that one
Because hey touchè
You'll never understand me
I'm literally telling you
Hey touchè
See
I'm spinning out
Diving down the hole
Showing you
But no one will see
I'm a fucking Martyr for their sins
But I didn't choose this
Choose their sins
Their love for their sins
Hey touchè
If I have to be a martyr
Then when do I die? Tell me that at least
Hey Touchè
This is dumb
I'm sorry
Should suffer in silence
Touchè
But then you got me thinking
If I should tell you in the first place
Show you this poem
And you make me want to lie all about it to your face
I don't like lying
Hey Touchè
Have I lied to you?