My mind is a Haunted House.
I live in it with
the abusers,
the non-believers,
the cowards
and the lairs.
I am haunted by
lovers who have come and gone;
traitors that took my skin and
made it a stranger to me;
and the ghosts that make my brain their home.
I am haunted
because I know that I was not brave enough.
I am haunted
by those who have come after me
because I was not loud enough.
I am Sorry, my loves.
I could not stop what happened to you.
But I will teach you how to cope
with your Haunted House.
I pray for you, my loves.
Feb 23, 2019
Feb 23, 2019 at 9:22 AM UTC
My mind is a Haunted House.
I live in it with
the abusers,
the non-believers,
the cowards
and the lairs.
I am haunted by
lovers who have come and gone;
traitors that took my skin and
made it a stranger to me;
and the ghosts that make my brain their home.
I am haunted
because I know that I was not brave enough.
I am haunted
by those who have come after me
because I was not loud enough.
I am Sorry, my loves.
I could not stop what happened to you.
But I will teach you how to cope
with your Haunted House.
I pray for you, my loves.
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