Recalling things that are better off forgotten
So much for moving forward,
If the darkness of the past
Clings like wet cloth,
and drags one to the bottom

I did not foresee
Trust sometimes being a source of blindness
What has this all brought?
With each stab, the pain numbs a little.
An important portion crumbles.

Don't have a clue
When it comes to expressing emotions
Gotten so used to bottling-
everything up
So much so, that the senses are-
nearly bland

Can't you see?
You were supposed to support; to care!
But instead you blankly stare
And tear me down
Whoever said words don't hurt, lied.