It sets in,

And without a moment to lose,

Disappointment cuts through me like a knife.

The wound stings,

And I take it.

After all, I am the one to blame. 

I am the one who failed.

I listen, unguarded,

As my own words lash out at me,

With intent of pure punishment.

I embrace the ebb and flow of sobs and tears.

Lucky would be me,

If I was able to choke one word from my lips.

Another lesson learned,

Learned Hard!

By the process of being scarred.

I bear my thoughts,

As electric shocks Zap my spine,

Causing my body to tremble.

This time, I do not even try to keep it together.


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