Forged By

I am fine until we talk about it. Never meeting halfway, please don't ask me to change. I'm fine until I break from the inside. It never shows on my face until I’m willing to reply. I'm fine. Chewing glass. Festering wound. You can take the strings to release my hands. Deeper, deeper. Retreat to myself. Retreat to myself. I can't break the mold. Silent vestige. Cold retort. Fear. Leave me be until I fade into the dark. I'm forged by the pain. All I ever feel is pain. It's the only thing that's real. Unhinged and slipping away. I won't condemn you for untying yourself from me. With both hands pulling at my veins and thinking “it has to be me, has to be me.” They never see. I can’t fill the emptiness, I just need to set it free. I cannot save or sanctify. No love, no light left to despair. I am fine until we talk about it. Never meeting halfway, please don't ask me to change. I'm fine until I break from the inside. It never shows on my face until I’m willing to reply. I’m fine