Say When / When Pain Talks

When did arrows penetrate my armor?

When did I throw myself away?

When did I believe I shouldn’t be saved from any punishment?



I was a good as a kid before I found empty boxes where my laughter lived.

When did sharpened thorns choke light?

When did I decide to live through this darkened life?

When did decide my notebooks cared?

See how I’ve fared?



Self-hate instead of mass destruction.

Self-sabotage instead of learning to function.

When did I decide reaching out was smart?

When did I start thinking maybe the pain will stop?

Here it is, the pattern of thunderstorms I’ve been chasing will I submit and cut ties or practice patience.

Say when.

What I do in defeat might mean my end.

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