So close to what I wanted
But after only a moment of having it
It slipped away again.
Slipping through my fingers
Like so many things before it,
Nothing I can do to regain it.
I take refuge in the only way I know how.
Hiding behind a façade of carelessness
And humor.
I cower.
The dull side of the blade weeps for me
As the sharp side taunts me.
Things given up long ago make themselves seen again.
Pain so unbearable, so long ago,
Now is numbed to only a sting.
Memories come flooding back,
And with them,
Come the flooding of blood again.
My blood.
A crimson flood those who have hurt me.
For those who will hurt me,
For those who will be hurt,
For those whom I will hurt,
And for those…
Who I have hurt.