Becoming the Stone.
Throw me on the ground
Let me and suffer, watch me squirm
I can’t escape the hurt or the pain you cause inside
You make me quiver at your words and withdraw.
You did not make me stronger and you’ve made my agony worse
I look at you in disgust because you claim to be the better person
broken and battered, I need to rest my body —
I want to leave this all behind
So I lie to myself and try to mend all the shattered memories.
My palms bleed from picking up
A victim of illusion’s stepchildren: happiness and love.
I become numb as these chilling thoughts go up my spine
I can’t run and I know I cannot hide
Trapped like the rose in the thorny vine
I sit here waiting to be rescued,
Lifted from my solitude; till then I’ll
Become as still and unfeeling as stone