It grows inside my soul
Like a cancer that never sleeps.
It festers like a wound
Filled with infection and rot.

Each day that I live with myself
I wonder why it has not eaten me alive.
The pain makes me dizzy with grief.
But the idea that others might see it is even worse.

Some things are not meant to heal.
Some things are meant to take your life slowly.
A painful reminder that you don’t deserve a peaceful death any more than you deserved a peaceful life.

2NOV2019