Dissection

The pain is at the surface,

So hard I’d seeked to bury,

Deep emotions with a purpose,

Nothing simple or ordinary,

Now the world can see the cracks,

All exposed with no protection,

With no one to have my back,

It’s my heart, piercing dissection,

I opened up so much,

That the gates can’t be restrained,

Now my sickness is my crutch,

My emotions un-contained,

I never asked for this,

And I gave you all I could,

Now my world has gone amiss,

And I’m broken now for good…

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