THIS IS ME, THANKS TO YOU

How do you find the words
When all you want to do is scream or cry
Every cell in my body awakes to brutal betrayal
Stupid comments sharp as knives stabbing at my heart
Making my soul bleed deeper with each plunge
How do you find the words
When all you want to do is scream and cry

How do you heal the wound that keeps getting cut open
When you’ve done all you can do to heal
And still the one who caused the wound isn’t compliant
Satisfied with the dismantling of my heart and soul
Looking on with such smug pleasure at my ruins
How do you heal the wound that keeps getting cut open
When you’ve done all you can do to heal

How do you pick up the remainder of yourself
When pieces are stuck everywhere you look
Wanting desperately to be whole again
Looking for the last ounce of glue in the bottle
Squeezing the last drop of my sanity with each drop
How do you pick up the remainder of yourself
When pieces are stuck everywhere you look

Where do you find the reasoning for any of this dirt
While wiping your face with a tear-soaked shirt
Frustrated by the existence of all the evil endured
Looking for justice that doesn’t exist in this world
Shaking my fist at the air with a curse on my lips
Where do you find the reasoning for any of this dirt
While wiping your face with a tear-soaked shirt

— Barb Jenkins, Author – Burying Jane Doe