I don’t know why I bother.
I write. I weep, in vain.
I’ll never be able to express or convey,
What’s pounding in my brain.
I say a word or maybe two.
You’ll nod your head, “Ah yes!”,
And I will nod, “Sure…yes”.
But the truth is that it angers me.
How patronizing can you be?
You know nothing of my life,
And I’m glad for it not to be!
You’ll never understand what it’s like to cry….,
Cry away years of your life.
To linger, strive, hurt, and bleed,
The blood from your own knife.
To only know that pain because,
It’s all you’ve ever known;
And never trust joy or happiness,
Forever feeling new and unknown.
But it’s my fault because I was,
Born to take a breath,….to walk.
Born a toy for everyone.
Toys don’t get to fight back or talk.
Toys are made to be used and trashed,
When all the fun is through–a waste–
Of others time and lives…
A regret. A purchase made in haste.
But as I’ve said it’s my fault,
And my place in time and guilt.
If I don’t get over it,
It’s more guilt upon guilt.
Those who damage and destroy,
They get off scott-free –no responsibility;
While I must take responsibility,
For everything which was done to me.
I know what I’m supposed to say.
I know what I should do,
But it would only be because,
I was told it’s what I should do.
I don’t believe that I’m stronger,
Or believe I’m now wiser or better.
Is this Masochism 101?
Must I learn to love pain to be better?
I know it’s not what you want to hear,
And so you may no longer listen;
But yet I still must say it because it’s the truth.
I beg you, listen!
I will never be okay and it is not okay!
I won’t lie and say it’s fine as if it never happened.
Nobody wins and there’s only destruction.
I will hurt until the end.
For a broken soul may never mend.
K. Aldaya, 03/20/13
Picture: “Broken Soul” by AndyGarcia666 on Deviant Art; http://andygarcia666.deviantart.com/art/Broken-Soul-281289269