Where do I begin?

How you closed me out, or let me in?

You held my hand when things got rough but

you shut me out when you had enough.

You used me, verbally abued me but

you never let go of my hand.

You walked and talked like a man but I could see

the child you used to be.

The pain that hid down in your heart was

ultimately what kept us apart

I was always there to understand

the pain you felt, but you wouldnt let me in

And when I needed you to pull me up,

You did with just a tease.

You showed me there was no hope for me

to get through my grief.