31.08.21

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