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When I lose control
When thoughts and memories win
Those who know me
Will blame me
I am strong
Enough
My own saviour
If I believe those lies
I should have cried
Should have shouted
Should have sought help
Despite every single word
I bled onto the page
Every single wail I smothered
Every scream I choked
Every line I scribed
Unheard
Unread
Not
Enough
Red ink never stays
It dries
It fades
And those I love
Am obligated to
Had no obligation to me
Those I love
Don’t love
Enough
To read
To understand
Because there’s others
There’s other things to do
Others to believe the broken truth
And my sacrifices are never
Enough
This truly struck a chord. The yearning for someone to see you, know you, and make the effort to understand you...to feel like those you pour your love into neither notice nor make time for you in return. Beautifully written.
These lines stuck out.....
Those I love
Don’t love
Enough
To read
To understand
Because there’s others
There’s other things to do
Others to believe the broken truth
And my sacrifices are never
Enough
This is beautiful. You are enough. And I loved hearing you read it. Thank you.