You are damaged.
You go about life blindly,
hoping to be shielded from the consequences of your own actions.
what made you this way, I ask myself.
I ask myself this despite the shame I feel
In the fact that I know exactly what.
Because I was there, watching, every time.
I was present, but not present at all.
I was listening but not listening at all.
I was scared, but not scared at all.
It’s your pain to claim, not mine.
It’s not mine to feel,
so why do i feel it so deeply.
I’ll shove it down for now,
I’ll offer my shoulder, and tell you it’s okay.
you are okay.
he can’t get you anymore.
you are okay.
am I okay?