i threw my alarm clock away this morning.

ambushed from the start.

left with scars i never asked for..

gifted trauma i never wanted..

my anger is my fault.

my pain is my fault.

guilt.

IT'S LOVE!

fallacy.

as if nothing anyone does is hurtful? . .

burns..

scars..

hurts..

worse..

but he couldn't talk me off that ledge..

if i asked you for help, would you . . .

or would you say nothing again . . .

you don't know the half of it,

won't you show you want to?

safety

they "protect" me but they hurt me..

shove me in that corner..

ashamed, i feel..

no one should have to admit.

what is the purpose behind the ache?

i'm looking, but it's never-ending . .

i stand

screaming

crying

waving my arms

jumping up and down . .

my s.o.s. . . .

can you hear me? . .

do you see me? . .

why do you turn the other way? . .

hoping maybe if you ignore me long enough, i'll just go away? . .

maybe soon, maybe far

who'll feel sorry when i do someday? . .