Defeated
Where do the lies end?
Why am I so afraid?
The dark, and the shower, my feet dangled off the mattress, and my words growing much harder to choke out.
I lied, I sat down looked you in the eyes and lied just so I could avoid being seen as weak.
They will lay you down on an operating table and slice through each vertebrae just to hold your aching heart once they see you feel.
The cold metal against your spine, your blind loving gaze until you can feel their hands reach deep into your chest, utter disbelief circling inside your head.
They will stick it back into places that it doesn't fit, and it's cold, lifeless, their fingerprints all down it, dented on some ends from being handled so recklessly.
Why am I so afraid?
