Hate Me

You can talk to me,
you always could.
But instead, you sit,
locked away in your room.
Do you bleed often now?
More often than before,
When you did talk to me?
Do you ever cry.

You can talk to me,
but you shy away.
Bury yourself in a wall
of harsh words and
loud music, plugged in.
You hide away
to see who will take down
the wall.

You can talk to me,
but I don't think you ever will.
You compare yourself to me.
Am I perfect, in your eyes?
Am I better than you?
Don't compare us.
I am not you,
talk to me.

You can talk to me,
I want to scream it in your face.
Take away the blades
and slide the shield away.
Let me in,
Open the doors.
I'm begging you.
Don't let us slip away.