I see cracks opening and blood coming out
you wait at doors for an opportunity to pass
stare into dark rooms looking for light
you question, clarify, doubt.
Your body tenses at touch,
your daily struggle:
Discomfort, exhaustion, fear.
I am your witness;
I understand you,
I hate you.
you wait at doors for an opportunity to pass
stare into dark rooms looking for light
you question, clarify, doubt.
Your body tenses at touch,
your daily struggle:
Discomfort, exhaustion, fear.
I am your witness;
I understand you,
I hate you.