You know not how to stitch a
Wound, to tend it so it heals.
You can only twist the knife.
You know not how to stitch a
Wound, to tend it so it heals.
You can only twist the knife.
I opened the door to the
World, said what I thought and
Believed. I was stomped on and
Crushed. I learned to be what I
Was expected to be. I
Shut and locked the door, tightly.
The narcissism of your
Depression debilitates
Me, drains me of love for you
One day I will be over
This broken brain, shattered heart,
And I won’t know you at all.
Where can I be safe?
How can I escape?
When will you forgive?
Every word I’ve spoken to
You has been wasted breath. You
Never heard a word I said.
Early morning brings
Creativity, fusion
Of my dreaming and
My waking life. It’s
Nighttime that brings the sadness,
Recriminations.
I awaited the
Descent of Seraphim to
Protect me. Instead,
I got the shit kicked
Out of me. Later, when I’d
Healed, I resolved that
I would become that
Angel for others who was
Never there for me.
Once I’d given you
Your heart’s desire, my presence
Was superfluous.
That revelation
Left me gutted on the floor,
Screaming and bleeding.