Timidly, I let my feet touch the ground With hesitation, I embrace the day
Your words are like acid in my open wounds Donβt you see them? lines of shame veins to drain the evil within mirrors of toughened tissue that had no other choice jagged attempts
you pour into me sugar sweet, now bitter it stings stop hurting me my heart aches i hate you
don't leave me
allusion to Hal Straus and Jerold Jay Kreisman's book