He never comforted me, pretended to care. He only made me feel worse, made me face my cruel reality that I had successfully hidden my heart from I've healed myself but plan has flaws

I've healed myself

I believe he said my crisis wasn't his emergency, but I thought me was supposed to mend me.

I’ve healed myself but my plan has flaws.

I’ve healed myself.

He sent me home crying (on the inside) after he made me open up my feeble wounds. He sees only the bad inside of me. I’m a contradiction in terms; I'm like no he has ever seen.

I’ve healed myself but plan has flaws.

I’ve healed myself.

I’ve killed myself.

We passed through the city of lights, so pretty on a December night, with its little French market cafe express and front street shops. Where they sell purses that look like flapper girls and hand beaded flip-flops on half-inch kitten heel stilts.

We drove along University Street, Heading for King’s HWY where we sing about walking hand-in-hand and two for one today, just for one true day.

And there I stood in a bathroom, nothing but a towel, waiting for someone to come.

And there I stood in a bathroom, I haven’t seen in years. Yet I remember it completely. Every detail was the same from the hurricane globe candle holder, to the dinky wreath on the wall.

Then that someone come in , judged me depraved me, made me empty, made me nothing.

That room is haunted, I remember hearing the women cry and the fingernails crape the wooden door. That room is condemned.

I remember being to scared to leave.

I remember bloody water and foot prints.

I remember glass and cuts.

I remember the pain I left behind.

But for the ones who remain, the ones who deface what is publicized in vain. The ones who disregard what’s preached, and look beyond the endless sea of lies that drown the weak.

The ones who dare travel into the dark abyss. Inside yourself is where the truth lies.

This is endless.

This is forever.

This is your soul.

This is endless

This is it. They have graced you with a new life.

Your one of the fortunate ones, you weren’t put in a “Soul Asylum” left to die.

I know it hurts but it must be done.

Sad how I just as powerful as you, Yet I blinded myself about what you had become. I never wanted this for you. Now that you’ve been burnt it’s time to leave your self damnation behind. The curse is gone.

One of Three

Strange, what the night can bring. Hidden knowledge of esoteric fantasies wrapped in white light.

She traveled to another place beyond the living. To somewhere in the fields past the lost. There she found herself on a bridge above a flowing stream of images. She dropped the person's face who plagued her and all the confusion surrounding them into the waters of thought.

She left the bridge and began to walk the path at the water's side. It was lined with trees of the fall and beyond that laid miles of the lavender that filled her lungs. She could see no horizon or end to it all. Onward she ventured. A tabby cat come up from behind and rubbed her leg. It begged her to follow, so on she went all the while the face of the wraith followed in the stream.

The she looked up and a women appeared with hair of soft fire and dressed in layers of white quilted chenille. Like a high priestess of a pagan day forgotten she looked. Her face was of pure sweetness as she smiled at the girl. She was the one of three and three of one. The Mother she was. She took this lost girl in and led her on to where the water gathered in a pool. There she sat . The Mother embraced her gently. They looked to the pool of faces and the mother spoke to her wordlessly. She realized what was in her true heart. The images in the water flowed away as she closed her eyes.

Coming to on the earth she found she learned what she already knew.