Know to Pleas

You know, 

...

Well that's just it.

You know.

You know, and now I'm exposed.

Heart open wide,

For the world to pick at.

Like an irritated scab,

That just won't go away,

That eventually scars,

And reminds you of me.

And I hate it.

I feel hate enough.

I produce my own.

I feel pain enough.

I don't need yours.

Leave me be...

Okay?

Forget me, please...

Pleas.