Go ahead, little boy

How many times can you say
its your fault that I am this way
How long will you blame me
for the feeling that you decree
my cold heart inflicted upon
your fragile soul that I broke
well I say that you can choke
on all those words that you spoke
all those lies that you spread
to make yourself appear
like you were in the clear
I am the one with the spear
and I just keep twisting and jabbing
stabbing through every inch of your life
while you brandish your knife
that you used to cause me strife
and tear me down and through
You sent me to a place
where I could rot in my disgrace
but then a beautiful face
lifted me from this hole
showed me the beauty I own
no longer feeling alone
I reached for the unknown
and found a boy
who saw through my wall
even though it stood so tall
he still managed to crawl
into my tightly folded arms
and dug his way
to my dismay
where forever he will stay
into this insensate heart
and so you begin
to tear me down bit by bit
with your so called wit
you might as well spit
on the feelings you claim to have
doing everything in your power
in your pitiful hour
to completely devour
my already tarnished name
So take my foolish words
go ahead little boy
play with them as your toys
make some real good noise
keep farming your pity
from the people I used to call friends
until your 15 minutes ends
and no one anymore defends
your actions you call
a last desperate try
to keep me from saying goodbye
as I touch the very sky
that you promised me we could reach
with this sweet boy of mine
who makes me feel so divine
and helps me to shine
brighter than ever before
and forever we will shine