In all honesty, am hurt, deeply…
Feels like crap to be taken for granted, to feel weak and broken,
To cry till I fall sick, when it is all going waste,
To wait endlessly to hear A word, Some word, in the end…NO word,
Sleep with a heavy heart, what did I do so grave, that am paying a price so dear,
I struggle to make myself heard, my throat hurts, voice is strained, I try, try again, no point, wasted effort.
Numb, blank, clinging hard to hope, accepting my loss, breathing it crude.
Inflict pain, pour in all that you have, not too long before I explode and not too long before I say am done.
Abuse me, call me names, kill me virtually, damn me, regret over me….
Dispensable property am I? To be kicked when pleased and taken back when wanted, to be left to my own grief when I needed comfort…
Yes am spiteful, am peeved, am full of venom, I spew it all out, rather than keeping it all within and being ok with it.
This time around am not apologetic, am not regretting….
* It's the lack of action and communication that is most hurtful- a point too hard to understand and implement, somethings are beyond obvious seeming sense. True your common sense doesn't match my adjective devoid Sense.*
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