I am burdened by the carry-over, the triumph of not.
Secondary only to my hurt is my pain.
Primarily abused by my own self worthlessness.
Fretting that I am encompassed by the lack of tribute.
Incisions leave wounds, no matter how surgical and precise.
Gashing at my heart and raging thru- out my veins.
Mourning the loss of a son, that is alive this very day.
I am not knowing.
I am suffer.
I am not forgotten.
I am left to stray.
I am the manipulation.
I am defeat.
I am what you need me to be.
I am unwilling.
I am alone.
I am horrified.
I am unknown.
I am covered.
I am lies.
I am the truth, you buried alive.
Emotional disturbances in my sleep.
I am the beast, without release.
I am hidden.
I am present.
Your noise pollution.
I can not forgive.
I can not stand up.
I can not rise.
I am not tough.
The collasped soul, like a supernova, sucks me in.
I am your failure, your corruption, your sin.
I am lust.
I am crushed.
I am not on my knees.
I will not beg and you must not plead.
I can not forgive you for her immoral deeds.
I am ethics.
I flow up.
My heart sinks down.
Truly undieing affection.
I am in need of ressurecting.
A fluid mistake.
Better not at all.
I am collapsing.
You don't care at all.
I reach out and you laugh and sing.
I am me, half dead in the grave.
We can't see with troubled eyes.
We can not see what we deny.
Faith forbidden, my mortal endeavours.
Box me up, replace me.
I am a malfunction.
I am your disgrace.
I will not forever.
I will not translate.
I am water.
Left stagnant, with no drain.
I know sometimes its a move on and let go.
I know that I must not bring the agony and remorse into something new.
I can't not Love her.I can't not do things for here.
I am scared that if I do she'll be just like the other.