It’s not finished. Yet. It’s pretty close though. When I have time again I’ll finish the ending.

Something about
Just being me
I wonder if
The others see
The shit I take
Every day
So they can live
Without pain
I wonder now
Do they know
Where all my wasted efforts go?
It must be hard
For them to see
What trauma still
Awakens me
It’s in my dreams
It’s in my head
It follows me
Each night to bed
It colours every-
Thing I do
It may have consumed me
If not for you.

I make an effort
To keep you safe
Because at night
When I lie awake
I know I’m still here
Because of you