Fix It

I am so sorry. I’m ok now. I cant fix it, I cant be the hero to save your heart. Im ok now, the last thing I want, is for you to feel for me, to worry about me. Im here to fix you, or at least try. I am angry at you, because I cant fix you. You cut, you cut a deep wound that was bitter and trying with all its strength to fend off more pain, but yet is pricked by needles. The wounds from your words, your glares, your glossy eyes that aren’t looking at me like they should. You look at me as if I was one of them, as if I was them. You look through me, past me, as if I was one of them. Trapped, no. scared, no. Angry, yes. I need to defend I need to stand on my hind legs and fight for the very sake of my sanity. Im ok now. The egg shells you leave for me around the house, as if traps for me to fall into when you know what my plan is. Time bombs, everywhere. With my shoulders tight against my neck and every muscle tensed for every minuet im on defense against you, the one who loves me like no other. Im ok now. Why cant my pain be the token for you to receive the joy that I want for you, even though your wounds cut deeper than I knew I could feel. I hear the heavy footsteps from my den, from my hiding place that is never safe. Hope in Him is my everything, you wont steal that. You cant take that. My wounds, as deep as they are I would rather fill with the pain you give, then have it afflict you. I cant take it.Im ok nowAre you ok now?