Crawl into my waiting arms

And tell me that it’s cold here.

The anger held within my eyes

Will never sear you.

When I’m lost in my own soul

How will you know to save me?

Or will you cry again

While telling me I’m broken?

 

"Broken,

        gone,

            beyond repair."

 

Reaching out was never easy.

Never necessary.

Never an option.

And so it shall stay.