I bleed myself dry
Offered help is not reciprocated
My silence must mean infidelity
My avoidance must mean disdain
When my aim was to be everything you never got but instead I was told what I am and what my motives are
Reduced to your perception
Why can’t you be a good girl
Why can’t you take all my pain away and shove it down so I don’t have to see it
Why do you need things too
Why can’t I just have all of you and none of your pain or your problems
Why can’t you accept the narrative I’ve created for you and submit
Be everything I’m told I deserve
Meanwhile we pretend we don’t hurt
We pretend we don’t need anything
We pretend we like this world
We pretend we like this role
Go deeper
Go underground
Go to the center
Regroup
Rearm
Re-armored
Nothing gets in
Nothing gets out
Nothingness restored
