no one asks why I stay
but I know the question is there
dressed in pleasantries
hiding in the silence of words unspoken
and just as quietly, I answer
- because alone
is a terrifying thought
and who would want this
body that only knows
how to carry sadness
this body he won't touch
and I can only bear to look at
one isolated part at a time
this body that in every way
reminds me of what once was
and what will never be
this body that holds
a withering heart
and the remains of a bruised soul
this body that is a home
to a mind grown weary by building walls
a shelter meant for survival
alone is a terrifying thought
and who would want all of this
when all of this
has forgotten how to thrive
© coldscars