It's when I finally met reality as it is.
That it was devastatingly inevitable,
for it was profound.
It was after I spent days
confusing myself
ignoring and retrieving the fact at the same time
that I wasn't able to win the game.
I don't suppose to say I fought,
cause I didn't,
I chose to fight in discreet
so no one will ever notice.
Now it has left me abrasions
all over my body
scratches embarked within me,
but I won't let it consume me,
would I?
I'm done healing
Thus, they're meant to be passed-over and be gone.
