I cannot fix our problems
On my own
My faults are my own burden to bear
And I am sorry that they have hurt you
But I think I can say with a little certainty,
A little honesty,
That you have not sobbed a lullaby
And let your tears rock you to sleep
For me.
I have survived horrors that you have never known
And I hope you will never know
I live with demons in my head
And war wounds on my flesh
But this cold, cruel indifference
Shall be the death of me
Some say the world will end in fire,
But I say ice.
I can already feel the chill of your icy contempt,
Your frozen neglect.
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