Hurting / Healing
I was waging war on my body before it had even fully grown
No respect for the temple that houses my soul
With cuts, and drugs and other people's limbs
I have shown her little she is respected
And expected her to carry on as though she were
Countless sleepless nights and 'just one more drink'
And I have pushed her to her limit
She's crying out for acknowledgement
No more abuse!
And I push even further and think up new ways to tell her how little she is loved
Like an abusive parent I told her to 'do what I say and get on with it'
And now she has revolted, in her own insolent way
You can hurt me all you want but you're only hurting yourself
You mean to tell me I must nurture you in order to grow?
What I put in is what I'll get out?
If illness is her only way to speak
It's about time I listen