It’s not about you
you were not even a bump in my timeline
its about the ones before you
the false comfort, bruised skin, scattered mind
its about finding solace within a double edged sword
the feeling of impending doom, never ending guilt
all of the lies spoon fed by my own hand
its about the ones that will come after you
exhaustion from self indulged, false imprisonment
the never ending fear
wondering when they will stop returning
because it will happen
it happened before, it happened now, it will happen again
it was never about you












