Thinking
What if I haven’t forgotten what you did to me?
If they weren’t just words from your mouth,
When it was clear they were words for hands.
The cuts on my skin that have almost healed and concealed.
What if I make you take the responsibility of them?
Will they disappear like the memories of you did.
Or will I go back into same phase of destruction.Thinking is all I did then and thinking is all I do now
It did have a proper dinner of me
You will still find thinking eating me
My sickness and my inability of growth you wished to sort
How did you find out I was sick and I should grow up?
For all I see is acts like these that caught my attention
Kept the conversation going for days and years to count
Were you the one that was being treated by me,
For your own sickness that was undiagnosed.Are you embarrassed when you find yourself alone
And thinking.
Like I think , putting myself through solitary confinements,
That my head creates so that thinking can win,
Again.What if I tell you like I have numerous times?
This needs to end and we never get past our differences
Will I see your demeanor change?
Will you call me inconsiderate and ask me to get sorted
Again?
I feel like I forget you each day and I remember you back
But if I make you take responsibilities of all of this?
Will that make you disappear like I imagine.
While I think?
