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You think that when you push me

You just barely scratch the crust.

Your soft whispers, can't you see?

They break me down to dust.

You use your delicate claws

To try to open my chest up.

There is no padding on your paws.

Don't force me, I'm messed up.

No, don't bring up those times please,

When over me, you fussed.

You think your words are a gentle breeze.

Yet each one feels like a gust.

Yes, the broken still feel pain.

No, I'm really not okay.

You've told me it's fine not to explain.

So why won't you let me pull away?

You can't know me, only the God above you.

I'll listen to you, reply to you if I must.

In days gone by I've learned to love you,

But please don't try to force my trust.