I waited
With bated
Breath, but
The warning never came
And these blood red flags
Washed away
The evidence
Collected with age
Of pain (of neglect)
When in retrospect
I should have left
Now I'm looking
For the enemy
The figments
That feed
This need
For any sort of security
Behind steel doors
And solid walls
Away from it all
To ignore this bane
My shame
Because I'd always (without a doubt)
Blame myself
Burn the signs
And close the door
I'm worth more
Than failed attempts
At promises, unkept
I've wept to fill the seas
Just to please and appease
Your roar
I sold my soul
For a mere taste of your anger
But no more
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trigger points.
PoetryA collection of my original poetry/prose from 2006 onwards. Warnings: these poems deal with mental illness, including mentions of self harm, suicide, emotional anguish and abuse. Please do not read if you might be triggered by such content.
