It's all my fault

And its like trying to escape in quick sand;
Drowning in words and grasping for a hand.
Dirt in my mouth suppressing any sound,
Empty eyes digging my burial ground.
Finally I think you hear my silent plea.
Finally I think you actually see me.
But instead you pound the ground,
And smother any last sound and add sand-
To the mound to create your own playground.
The lost soul once inside of me begs to play;
Begs to run away to the swings and the slide and seek and go hide.
And im horrified that were on the other side, beyond the great divide.
And im petrified that I clearly wasn’t qualified to protect that
Precious gift that I held inside.
Did I commit f*****g homicide?
And all the while I spilled insecticide over our relationship.
I Watched your hands slide and slip.
I Watched your eyes glaze over with ice.
I Felt your words slap, hit, and slice with such precision,
With no apology or revision. and im blinking and blinking trying to clear my vision.
Trying to envision what led to such a bad decision and an inevitable division.
But I lost a part of me and a part of you.
Yeah, its all my fault I was born with this fibrous tissue.
Its all my fault.

Reviews

[Franky]

This is well done! I like the thought, work, and multi dimension of this. I've been in this situation before so I get it!!