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,
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.