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The gravity of the situation hit me so hard,

I felt my soul shaken from body as it clung barely holding on. 

You've been pushed to the limits

gutted and the wound forever escaping its contents.

scraping it in,

holding it in,

slippage.

Scaping it up;

shove it back in...

And I, an integral part of it.

An unwitting perpetrator.  

Damaged as much as you.

Feeling it all.

scraping it in,

holding it in,

slippage.

Scaping it up;

shove it back in.

The difference is I realize,

 I'm colder than you. 

All these years holding you by the throat

with constant accusations.  

Waves of bitterness crashing on top of you

after everyone else's discarding of you. 

Each piercing blow aimed at me wrongfully

I took as your despising me only now I see it was a cry for help

But I have no cure.  

No balm to soothe your battered soul,

your broken heart and desperately confined mind

chasing a grinding circle whlist trying to outrun it.

Life is slipping away from you 

Your body cant seem to hold on to life and living like it used to. 

Sadness and shame pour from my being.

I have been just as selfish over my torn existence.

 I needed somewhere to break,

to fall and expected you to just be there and be the one.

I was so busy surviving,

I didnt see your need as greater than mine.

I expected you to be stronger.

To be my rock.

And I didn't look close enough to see your fractures.

I have failed you.

I thought you were lucky to have me.

The endless rows of crosses I had to bare

Since merging with your existence

But I am the lucky one.

You have a bigger cross to bare.

I can walk away from it.

You are chained defenseless,

 and I,

the taunting warden of unconvicted retribution. 

I ache of hatred

Every lash of suffering

I broke upon your back,

every disappointment I laid to rest on your soul,

I wish I could take it all back.

But I cant.

The darkness took hold of me a long, long time ago.

It dirtied my soul even darker than before from the same cruel source of your pain.

Unfortunate.  

But the pain in me started much earlier.

I've dealt with it longer than you. I am a survivor.  

I am stronger. Its time to turn the tide. 

The dark that lives in me lives in you. 

Oh how pretty and easy the dark makes itself seem. 

Its a trick you can't let it win.

You're still here.

So am I.

We didnt get here by quitting

and ill be damned if im going let you slip away.

Gonna sew up the slippage nice and tight.

Im going to be there for you like never before.  

Youre going to feel the heat of my love,

im going to drag you out and wash your soul by force if I have to.

Rest I'll take the first watch.

Iet me just tuck your heart in mine for safe keeping.

You can have it when ever you want.

I promise.  

And if you go,

and you need it,

ill suffer any sadness.

Because you are the difference

between my hope for living life

and my saccharin death.