I am fragile.
Easily hurt.
I have been used.
Tossed aside.
Frightened of losing myself.
Again.
As if:
happiness is
going to end me.
Convinced happiness cannot last.
That love has to hurt.
I
am:
Too scared to live.
Too scarred to live.
(PS: this is not about suicide)
What is my penance for failing?
ReplyDeleteIt has been fleeing reason, and losing seasons to blindness and forced fate.
It is unrequited everything with constant burning from the stings of poor choices returned.
It was self-pity and self-doubt that left me without clout in my own twisted opinion.
It has led me shame, and foolish games over what is right & not.
It is a sad heart for a false start that continued to go wrong.
It was hope tossed aside and a tearing of pride that through me off course.
When will my penance end?