My unleashed anger and pile after pile of frustration.
My fragile body.
My sensitive heart.
My blinded eyes.
I own these regrets.
I have let you in, offering you myself, all of it for you and yours to conquer.
So open was my heart that now, I can't even shield it from you.
If I can just reach out to it
Finish it and burn it
Crush it to the ground
Then I wouldn't be hurting this way.
I wouldn't be hurting at all.