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Undead

I had died
so long ago.
So long ago
you left my love,
my admiration.
You left my tears,
my smiles,
my everything.

And I know what you think,
what you want,
and what you know.
You think I’m stupid,
still that five-year-old
waiting for daddy.

I stopped waiting
so long ago.
So long ago,
you lost my faith.
No, I haven’t lost anything,
nor have I left anything,
but you merely lost it
within greed.

And I know how you feel,
how you’ll react,
and how you’ll continue.
I’ll say it once more:
I’m not stupid.
I know you’ll move on,
because somehow,
you really don’t care either.

I stopped feeling
so long ago.
So long ago,
I took that privilege from you.
You can’t hurt me anymore,
because I’m smart,
and I left before I killed myself.

And I know where you are,
how you live,
and who I am to you.
I don’t care though,
because you killed me
with one swift blow
so long ago.