One Month Later
A month has passed, but things are still the same.
In fact, I’m worse than before.
Unfortunately, now they know.
They’ve seen what happens to me behind closed doors.
The wound, I know, will never go away.
It can’t be healed.
People try to get me to talk,
But my lips are sealed.
I don’t want to hurt them; I don’t want to scare them,
But I do want to push them away.
It will be too hard for me to end it all,
If they stay…