Turn the anger inwards, a harsh sharp focus.
A mainline from brain to heart and back again
Back and forth in constant motion.
Hatred and self loathing.
What rooms do you have to return to, to know who you are?
Where are those rooms?
How old is the person sitting there?
How young, How small, How fragile?
Where are those rooms that hold the key to now.
Where is the now that holds my future?
Where the fuck am I?
Betrayal the theme of my life
Colour me betrayal?
Lessons nobody ever bothered to teach me –better the betrayer than the betrayed.
My mind and imagination sharper than a surgeon’s knife.
I wound myself over and over.
Slashes to heart and mind.
Your name is the scar that will remain written across my heart forever.
A wound that will never heal.
The scar that aches and itches.
There is no relief.
There is no solace
And that’s all I know in this world, .
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