those cuts, gashes, whatever you call them
inflictions on my soul
go deeper than the skin
where all the blood rises from
from the center of my being
where the hurt, hurts the most
the place you’ll never see
for not that i wont let you
because you didnt try
you never accepted me
for what i was
always pushing
to make up for your loses
for the first child you lost, to the same disease
ending in the same disaster
but different
because its worse for me
you see, i had a choice
you would’ve listened
but i didnt
in the first place
so now im left
a human waste
with covered arms
and covered emotions