some kind of heartless

could i ever speak the words, if i found them, to forgive you?
not with your words scraping out my insides,
not with your hands still digging out my flesh.

i could sing the saddest blues, but my voice would never reach you.
could never rip into your skin, like my finger nails.

it doesnt make a difference that you`re too heavy, or that my bones are too small.
your sleeping, eyes closed, and deaf to my soft words.