You handled it well. I know you're strong.*

You can do this, you did all you could.

Words floating between ears and mouth
are easier to decipher when one is yelled at,
easier to comprehend emotionally when
points are pulled at.

Out of lives and into holds I can
fall, but into hearts I never will
chance to venture, for fear of
hurting more people still.

One day perhaps I'll understand just
why I'm made this forsaken way;
big mouth, shriveled heart, no love
but until then this is how I'll stay.

For to grow, I think, is a means
of hurting, a means of letting go
of the things we want most in life
and to which we can't say no.

So goodbye to feeling sadness
and goodbye to feeling blue
The anger and destruction stays
in the place where I kept you.