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Projection (TW)
My thighs sting
My hips burn
The scalpel rests
By the cuts I've earned
It has a mind of its own
Working through my flesh
Like a father cutting steak at Christmas dinner
A family then, but now I'm alone
Alone with the blade
My only friend
Yet one of many enemies
The most powerful one I've made
Tears flow from my eyes
They carry with them pain and malice
The blood flows from my wounds
Carrying my sighs and lies
I hate what it makes me do
I hate that I am not stronger
Strength is distorted in my mind
Cutting deep to me, resisting to you
But maybe resistance is easy
When you make your problems mine
Inconsiderate, Melodramatic
Rude, Selfish and Depraved, you say
Do you notice the effect this has on me?
Or do you continue to claim you're the victim
When you have projected your words onto me
Words now carved into flesh for all to see?
I would not wish this pain onto you
But I do wish you had not done this
Deep down I know I am not at fault
But is that even true?
You say it is false. I say it isn't.
It comes down to who I trust more
And that never has been me.
