Here we are you and i neither happy both living a lie!
Bitter and angry the name of the game or wounded and resigned a repeating refrain.
Both feeling more and more stuck but no common ground so guess we’re out of luck
Both living our truths out of our wounded souls. Both left feeling like empty holes.
I take a step back try to sift through the glass
Tell myself this too shall pass.
But jagged edges leave wounds that fester and grow. And sooner or later the bleeding shows.
My heart is broken, your hope is gone. But whats the choice so we keep going on.
You feel defeated, disrespected, and used. I feel lost, unwanted, and accused!
Yet here we are no choice stuck like gravity. But if we could break it would we really be free.
Could time apart heal and help us to grow
Maybe with therapy but we will never know.