I’ve always been the scapegoat
Internalized remnants
Take the blame
Self shame
Seeking justice
Entitled to worthiness
There is a lot more coming
Sole purpose to release radiation
Distract ourselves
It’s worse than previously thought
Hysterical acid sobs
Burnt and tortured
Steer clear
It happens on a daily basis
Society unwilling to discuss the epidemic
Stay silent
Grab your tissues
I’m suffering
Excited to experience being without you
In the funhouse
Idealize the narcissist
A continual quest to top your jackass-ness
It’s a losing game
Put a band aid on my throbbing spirit
Trash wheel
What the fuck did you come to the show for
Wallflower
It’s painful to watch
The wind blows out my candle with ease
Some things have to end ugly
Pour salt on my wounds
An apple a day keeps everyone away
If you throw it hard enough
Fuel the fire surrounding me
Shining moments are brief
You should read the instructions now
Enhance the life of the abused and neglected
Run over by the heartless
The magnitude of the final straw
Living the good lie
Fuck sensitivity
Wasting time
Skeleton crew
Chin drool
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This “Some things have to end ugly” is so true. Thanks for your honesty in your writing.
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Thank you for reading and for the kind words.
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Too many beautiful people are scapegoats ♡
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Agreed!
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You said my writing is good!? This is amazing!
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Thank you!
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Wow! I empathise. I’m so sorry your friend is blinded by the narcissist, awful creatures that they are. That he stole her with lies and she can’t see the truth and love of her dearest friend xx
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Still holding out hope for her, but as my other post “fading” describes, I can’t hold on much longer, it hurts too much 😦
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Be sure to take care of yourself, your emotional needs, during this time. Although its not a physical death, its still a death of sorts, an abandonment, a betrayal. Give yourself time and don’t be too hard on yourself
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Thank you! That is exactly what I needed to hear. It is grief and definitely feels like a big betrayal. It would be easier if it was a death (not that I would ever wish that for anyone) but at least there would be an explanation and a knowing. This issue is woven into several of my posts, so I am processing it and trying to find a way to deal with it that gives me some relief. My post titled “Ending” is about her. Again, thank you so much for your support ❤
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With death there is a sense of closure. But this abandonment is left hanging. Blog it out. As many poems as it takes. This is a healthy was to process
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Exactly! It doesn’t feel like it’s working yet, but I will get there. Out of all the things I could write about (believe me, there are a lot!), this is the one thing that is hanging on tight in my mind. Your support has been so helpful ❤
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I love this so much
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Thank you!
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You’re very welcome! ❤
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❤
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1Wise-Woman/A Lion Sleeps in the Heart of the Brave
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Thank you!
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