It's Done
7/10/12
Everything’s a mess inside
Can you emphasize?
Can you look into my eyes and say,
“It’s okay, Laura. I have felt this way” ?
I’ll never understand why I am so diseased
This dream is never-ending
I need an oasis of pride
Before self-degrading lifts its tide
My chest is heavy in the sounds
Of silence, covering me and feeding
Never-ending grieving. . .constantly pleading
And others are succeeding. . .beaming
I can feel myself in pieces
Some of me here—some of me there
I don’t think you care, dear
Because every time you’re gone I am left here
To my boiling, toiling mind
To the incessant dripping of the blood
The flood of pity overriding
Fighting the bastards off—always fighting
Never will I watch you be battered
Can’t you see I love you?
I will not watch them ignore and abhor
I will beat them to the core
I’m here. . .I am here
You are not alone. . .you’re not alone
Do not fear
But if you want to be on your own
It’s done. . .
It’s done.
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