Wounded

I am so wounded

So hurt, I am not living

I am so wounded

So hurt, I cannot see

What it might be like to be free

I gave everything – all of me

Built a castle in the air

It seems so fucking unfair

The castle has dissolved

And taken with it

Everything I believed in

My smile has been wiped

Like an old unwanted tape

My happiness kicked into touch

It all meant so much

I am not living, but surviving

So lonely, so stuck in the past

A fairytale of memories

That I hoped would last

Lost, cast adrift, cut to the bone

How did I end up so alone?

I lived for you, not me

Rejected, I finally see

How I lost myself in an ‘us’

You didn’t appreciate nor want

I dug a hole so deep

Fit for an endless sleep

I am so wounded

So hurt, I am not living

I am so wounded

So hurt, I cannot see

What it might be like to be me

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