She sat down beside me,
An overwhelming feeling of anxiety coinciding...
Chatting about this and that,
While something deeper was being held back.
Why does she hold her hands out so?
What is this secret she desperately wants someone to know?
My eyes finally see what
She was hiding from me.
An image that managed to embed itself in my mind, perhaps my entire lifetime.
An awakening from my illusional world,
Into the reality of a young, wounded, girl.
Fresh scars from shaving blades,
Across her tiny, frigid, living veins...
Whom the **** am I to blame?!
Yet, I'm the one feeling shamed,
For leaving her alone to endure life's unbearable, pain.
Oh Lord, **** NO!!
This innocent Being should not have to suffer so!!
I take her hand in mine, and say "everything will be just fine; take it one day at a time."
Yet, she knows I am lying,
And we just sat there together,
Dying.
There is viture for those whom choose to live,
One must obtain their wisdom and learn how to forgive.