I'm stuck in the middle -
where I have always been.
Now that I'm excluding myself from the narrative,
Left with my very own heavy heart to heal and forgive.
You have no idea,
The suffering that you made me go through,
And going through still.
I wish you knew,
All this hell I'm going through.
But it seems you're off with not caring,
Sure, you had your own share of suffering,
But I wish I had a call,
On even a single thing that's happening to me.
I guess we are all stuck in this chaos,
Choosing not to speak
Go with, settle with -
Safe and sound.