Buried Beneath.

I ask good things for my love to feel.

You poison me, lock my jaw, grind my teeth,

Bash in my skull, bruise my body, scar me for this.

Beaten down into my shell,

She said I should not let you overtake me,

But if I do not face the extent of what you have done,

I will never recover, never be the same.

Pretending I was okay, dragged by your ambitions,

I feel so dead; I am getting older by the agony.

I do not want to lose him because of you.

Shoving him to the ledge when I meant to pull;

He's more than I wanted, more than I pleaded.

One sight of his existence left me so breathless.

I am not going to show this mask anymore.

I am not well, and you said it was a waste.

I am out of control, I am out of my soul.

Am I captive to my mind of bad news?

Author's Note

06.09.2014