Optimism is Apathetic

Remember when we tried to compromise?
I slept in the hospital that night.
With bruises that matched the shape of your hands.
I think the stitches were all that held me together.
That fear of leaving the monitor,
It was the only visible proof I was still alive.
My exterior is crumbling... but I was already dead inside.

Within an hour my lungs collapsed.
I bled on as time elapsed.
The gaping hole behind my ribcage kills.
The crevice where my heart should be,
The place where you meant most to me,
Was torn away and cannot be refilled

You have turned my insides to outsides
Its funny how fast hope dies
How did you get so good at breaking me?

? Shannon Fuller 2004

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