In the Middle of the Night

There is a wound that you opened

It is new with blood

and old with scars upon scars

There is a metal taste I wish I could forget

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You say you are the victim

but I saw you and I wasn’t alone

we heard your hate that was just like

the evil meant to keep me small

I just want to go to sleep

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Therapy has helped me live

Pills help me slow down so I am better

but I can still be cut in two

There is still a pain that can make it hard to move

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They couldn’t bite your head if you left when they asked

if you didn’t invade their space

if you didn’t keep pushing

I couldn’t cut my abuser in two

if they didn’t corner me in the middle of the night

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A tongue is a double edged sword

it can slay or tell truths

The victim is a relative term depending on your perspective

The screaming radiates in my ears regardless of radical acceptance

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I just want to go to sleep

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