My sins have been exposed
I've been stripped bare of all my
Lost and misguided masks
That kept me feeling
Like maybe I could be okay.
But now
No one is there for me
I am faltering, struggling
With a knife pointed at the jugular vein
I cannot die
But I cannot do this alone
Do I even have a choice ?
Of course I don't
After all,
Making choices was never my forte
So why should now be any different?
They've left me
**** and frightened
Bruised and tender
And yet I'm so calloused?
Who am I
That I can barely escape
This pile of rubble and pain that is my
Perilous past
Or could it be
My paralyzing present
That continues to puncture
This putty-like membrane
That we call skin.
This is a relapse
With no one to talk to.
This is a war
With nowhere to hide.