Ignorance is easy
Forgetting has been a weakness
I fell asleep to the rhythm of your
Words digging into my thin flesh
Like ink and knvies.
Bleeding and thrashing I became
Believing you still
As I stayed and healed myself alone.
And there you go again crashing
Into my brain thrashing
Words casually
As I plead.
As I plead to be left alone
I can only heal myself so.
Because at the end
The ending becomes greedy and selfish
It always happens in stories
I yearn to become strong again
Breaking ever so slightly.
