It froze me cold in the thick of night, The demons taking hold. Feeling myself falling into this hole. I can no longer taste the mornings of waking before sunrise and praying that I please be better today than the day before. More pain is encircling me now, I’m chasing my own tail trying to get back to myself. The walls are caving in and my breath is shortening. Why don’t you remember what it means to stand in your truth? I’m calling out to you. My heart is breaking for the broken, And I’m fragile still from the shattering of death. I can not hold the broken glass. The shards are ripping me at the seams. I’m bleeding, can’t you see? Can’t you see how this is tearing into me? I smell that demon on your breath, Clouding up your head, And the exhales are slowly suffocating me. I thought I could handle them, But they seem to be slipping into my bloodstream. The fears of you alone Carving knives into your soul, I swear it shakes me to the bone. So I toss aside myself, Thinking I can just pick her up later. But as your cup runs empty, So does mine, And I have to pull the energy to nurture from dangerously deep inside, From my own place that I hide. Where no one is supposed to go. You haven’t seen the tears. You haven’t heard the weeping. But I promise you they’re there, Ravaging and reaping. This was never supposed to hurt.