Every now and then

I understand now.

You bleed and scar not because you are hurt,

but because you do not know how.

I see you all your pains,

after being forced to see too much of myself in your gastly creation,

this living hell.

I cannot say if you're sick,

without all the pieces.

Of my word, I still only hope for your happiness.

You've left me burdened,

by being reckless and indifferent

to any and all consequences

to my heart for additional pickpocketed years.

Before you are careless with the next,

please ponder;

If you've been hiding

from the answers to your questions,

and making sure to remain a burden

on everyone you've ever claimed to love,

and yourself.

You're better than this,

I understand if I remain forever in silence.

fin