I can’t write no more
I can’t stop thinking anymore
About
The pain
Living inside.
Weighing heavily on me
Like the monster that wakes me up at 3am
To remind me
I’m not good enough anymore more.
I can’t write no more.
I hurt constantly
The pain is like the bra that I put on every day to hold back the wound from bleeding
Just a little more.
I can’t write no more.
I know what pain is every day
I can speak about it all day long
I can’t articulate myself more than I already do
for
sure.
You see
This monster wakes me up every other day
Not every night
His kind
He lets me sleep some days even weeks
Lets me forget that he even exists.
He
I know his male
Don’t ask me how
Only a man can stand on a woman already in pain and remind her of a failure she is every other day
Because he can’t stand to see her happy a little more.
He can’t stand that she breaks free of the shackles he has on her
He grabs her by the throat and smoothly reminds her that
She’s not good enough anymore.
She can’t write anymore.
She can’t breathe anymore
She needs him,
He needs his overbearing
Monstrosity
On her
So she can’t breathe
Anymore.
I can’t write anymore.
Life has gotten so hard
So complicated
I can’t breathe anymore
He has me paralysed
Every other night
Remember,
his kind.
So I can breathe a little more.
I can’t write anymore
Because I can’t stop
Pause
Breathe
Over the pain
Anymore.
I can’t write anymore
Because
I’m not good enough
Beautiful enough
Strong enough
anymore.
I can’t write anymore.
Lotus 