Bitter

Cold and tired, left on shore

Mouth is dry but my skin is soaked

After the realization of how far back yesterday goes

I guess it was a matter of time before the bull was poked

All this time the scream was never heard

Let the child sleep in peace just for tonight

Let him sleep in the mud he calls comfort

I'm sure you could hold off on just one fight

All of what's said now in the mirror

The words wrapping into a form I see

Without a shock to my soul, I knew all along

These messages where all just me

It was me

All along

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