Orphan Part Iii

I am going back to the person I was before That abusive thing I finally fought off That reflection I clawed Out of the mirror and choked to the floor I am digging into my skin again I am Digging down my throat And every second I am alone There is the thought That I cannot Escape The hate That I once fought I came off the meds and cried for the first Time Since I died I felt the entire year melt off my bones Like the spring that finally came for the snow I felt love and then I hated From a depth that you could never know And now I go Back I crack Off the piece of me From the mirror And see The person that won’t let me be I see grief In an unwinding motif I see it in the way I bleed The person I tried to make from scratch Scratched out of the womb And attached to the wound And left me wide open; I left death unturned And waited for her to return.