time's hands have
wrapped around
my heart to clamp down
and wring it out
it had soaked so much up
like a dirty kitchen sponge
so much doubt in myself
so much doubt in others
filled to the brim with
sarcasm and snide comments
mere mechanisms to adapt
and deal and shrug off stress
had taken on all the alcohol,
cigarettes and other intoxicants
to turn off everything outside
just infested with words
that were never mine, just words
others thought belonged to me
even the elusive trauma I
hadn't even realized absorbed
was adulterated in the muck
time finally popped the blister
that was my heart
so I could bleed the past behind
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