This is a poem I recently located, written a few months ago with dark times in mind, all things resolved.
I tried to cut the lies,
To protect you from my demise,
I opened myself up today,
Watched the blood as it drained away.
Don't tell me I didn't care.
You don't know,
I really want to be there.
But somewhere I developed this fear,
Which manifested,
Which grew,
When we would fight.
Why would we fight?
I hope you can sleep through the night,
And I want to tell you,
That everything will be alright.
But it can't be alright,
I've hurt you too long,
And you've taken the abuse,
Without an objection,
Question comes to mind,
Resurrection?
Shh,
No grief, you know you were right.
But I'm not pity,
And I can't be your strife,
So live your life and live it right.
Because I already knew there wasn't much left to life.
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