, , , ,

Remember when I told you,
Apologising to a broken plate
Won’t fix it?
Well its something like that,
But I hope the one
You end your lies is her,
The scarred and so very scared little girl,
Who inhibits the depth of your soul,
Your sheer avoidance of her,
And her need of your love,
Which causes your lashing out on others,
Almost has me justified your action,
Why don’t you nurture her,
Whatever made you
Feel the need to neglect her,
Do you feel so undeserving
That you insistently decieve,
And deprive others?
At what point do you feel,
This was the route to take?
Who said this was a way to escape?