Apr 11, 2025
Death by a Thousand Cuts
Only so many numbers of forgiveness can be done
when I start to not recognize what I become;
the accumulation of these affronts.
I can’t seem to handle any of these things.
I can’t seem to find a reason to sing.
Yet I’m asked to turn a blind eye
so others' comforts won't die.
Why do I have to set aside
myself just for your pride?
Just fake a smile
and act like everything is okay
because you refuse to face the dismay.
Hold the things I’m starved of over my head
so you can peacefully go to bed
without addressing all that I’ve bled.
Only so many times can I give forgiveness
to continue being dismissed
until I finally regress
to the monster
not the damsel in distress.
