I do not expect you to understand.
Every time you bear witness to my tears, I feel ashamed.
You see, every time I go back, this wound tears apart, never healed,
A fresh cut, bright red, only stings.
I scurry to piece together my bandaged, broken wings.
This hole, I have yet to fill,
Will swallow me whole.
I am numb to the world around me,
Because up until now, I have not reckoned,
When my vulnerabilities beckoned,
For me to try, For me to heal.
Around me, I never wanted this to revolve.
With me, I only wanted to deal,
My broken heart.
And, no, I do not need your guilt.
This plight is blameless,
If my tears are shameless.
What I need is you to tell me, “It will all be okay,”
What I need is your promise that there is a better way.