why cant i let go?
i want to so bad
but right when i start to
i get kicked back down
am i not strong enough to go on?
i do so well for so long, then i fall
back into my addictive habits
why is it so hard for me to tell you to go to hell?
am i supposed to go through life stuck in a xanex haze?
not knowing who i am, how to talk, or even how to walk....
all because of what you did to me?
couldnt you have just accepted me without having to take away my innocence?
i cried and cried,
in return you slapped me and whispered soul shattering words in my ear
i remember, i relive it almost every night, still.
you threw me into the street when i was drugged and barely conscious
the words you spoke still echo in in my thoughts
in my dreams i still feel all the blood, my blood, across my body
while you shredded my life and body to pieces
when these memories succomb me
why do i turn to the poisons that once rendured me vulnerable in the first place?
am i actually addicted to the pain?
no one knows, no one will ever know
how you humiliated me, broke me, and haunt me
no one will ever know, how i scream out in pain late at night
how i still have to scrub my body in the shower because i still feel blood.
no one will ever know why my pillows are soaked in tears and sweat
no one will know, but you four plus me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem