I dig
I dig
I dig a whole
A cavity
A pit
Of blame and abandonment
PTSD
Fear
Hate
And the urge to end it all
The result of the possibility of reconciliation couldn’t be more distant
The betrayal couldn’t be closer and more accompanied by the worst feelings of hopeless depression that could possibly surface in my heart
If I could do anything to get better and heal
I would walk away
But sadly, I can only accumulate a 12 inches of distance from you at a time
But if it takes a life time of walking away
I’m considering it
Maybe I can find happiness if I…
Escape from you.
