The pain continues
deep down inside me.
Unanswered questions
seek to divide me.
I’m falling apart
and there’s no one to catch me.
Go fuck yourself
and then cut me –
I’m free.
I can only see blood
as the drug takes it’s time.
But the knife hurts my friends
and it’s such a long crime.
The wounds heal in weeks
but the feelings stay bruised.
And why do this now
when I’ve already moved?
But the panic arises
when I feel that I’m caught.
And the pain still surprises
as my lessons are taught.
And I hate that he’s angry
and hurt and unspoken.
When I’m all of those things
and more: I am broken.
My insides are screaming
and I just don’t know why…
Why is this happening?
Is it because I survived?
They say that I’m strong…
They say that I’m brave…
But on days that we fight I am very afraid.
Written by Jason Wright
October 16, 2013
