Far too long

For too long I have been 

one of the city's strays yelping 

for attention

no open hands to help bandage

the wounds left by those who

were meant to guard you

through self- inflected pain,

its flesh washed up by exhaustion

there are no pills to ease the 

pain of tomorrow, no doctor to help

treat the darkness that lays within

your maltreated soul, no rope to 

help pull you up from the darkness 

that is given like a gift

For far too long I have been keeping

this door open. 

tonight I close it, and let the darkness 

floating about in  this room, become in-synced 

with the scars painted on my skin.