I am crushed.
You buried my soul in a box under dirt and cement.
I can’t get out.
Your words, oh, they hurt like sticks and bricks thrown meant to make scars.
Oh, how I thought breathing in your beauty could save me.
That same beauty just buried me alive.
Broken, cracked, unable to move.
That’s me all because of you.
But I still love you, and I still try to move.
Though the balls and chains wrapped around my ankles leave bloody cuts and blue bruises.
It’s too hard to get anywhere.
They lead me to the sea where I’ll drown.
I’ll drown being suffocated by you.
And I'm okay with it.
Why am I okay with it?
-What you do to me
Simrin Sangha