Furry

Twisted tongues depict my fate.
My eyes so blurry,
I can't see straight.
It hurts the worst to know everything about you,
that I never wanted to know.
Your words have grown furry.
They are rotting my soul.
I feel so sickened inside .
My trembling lips wont pry.
I never wanted to hear you
let me say goodbye.
Yet, here I lay, alone,
stuck in my mind.
Wondering how long you'll take, to let me say those words.
When is the word "enough" the last one that you hear?
It feels so lonely to know that i'm not enough for you to care.
My sadness turns to anger.
My mind is far from free.
This person now
is a person built of fury.
Someone you never should have seen.