A Bunch of Fuckin' Bullshit
I am still so broken.
I am stuck.
I do not know
Where I am.
Where I am
Going?
I am
Here.
But where is here?
I wish I could say
That I knew,
That anyone knew.
But that’s the point.
Nobody knows.
Nobody will ever know.
No body
Except this one.
I don’t think
I could say.
I know
For a fact that
You never will.
I wouldn’t either.
But it’s not
About me.
It’s about what
You did.
This is not something
That can be undone.
It is something that I
Have to live with
As do you.
But if you can do it
All so easily
Why can’t I?
I know why.
But that makes me sicker
Than what really happened.
Not that bullshit
You decided to tell.
I know
What happened.
I was there
So were you.
I have tried so hard
To make it go away
Maybe too hard.
Maybe that is
The problem.
Maybe.
Maybe it is
Not my problem
But yours.
But then why
Do I make it to be?
You
Did this.
You
Put me here.
No.
I have always been
Here.
This is
Mine.
It has always been
Mine.
You took that from me.
You stole me
From me.
I cannot go back.
I cannot go forward.
I cannot stay.
I cannot leave.
You left me here
Stuck
In myself
A place
I now hate.
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