The scraggly ground I press upon
Is where you left me
With problems that used to rise with dawn
You couldn't handle me anymore
Hold me like a porcelain doll
So precious and sweet
But stood beneath your horror film hall
You couldn't fear me anymore
Like the heaving breath of trees
In the depths of the night
It was too dark and vague, too hard to see
You couldn't look at me anymore
I am made of blood
hidden by band aids
You told me you'd take the pain away
But instead you added an extra gash
Directly across the one place I devoted to you
~vivi
