As I watched the blood trickle down my open skin,
I screamed,
I fell to the earth and yelled,
I yelled for forgiveness for the wrong I did not cause,
To the God I thought had let me down,
And to myself for being so foolish to go down this road. Again.

There is no one else to blame,
But the blood is slowing down,
I have realized I cannot continue down the path of destruction,
Not without a confidante by my side.

Alone again,
Alone is familiar,
Almost friendly,
And I cannot seem to help but feel comforted,
Although, I miss them, sometimes
Zigzagging back and forth was unhealthy, and I know that now.

I was determined to find a new life,
And I succeeded.
Their silence.
Their rush.
They never stopped.
But I was just the lucky one.
The lucky one that got away.

As I look back on the damage that was caused,
The longing of individuals who were not mine became minimized,
But I realized that I should never stop loving those days,
Even when I stop loving the ones I lived those days along with.