Indecisive
Tipping one side and another
Zero balance
Sanity is the depravity of feelings
I'm internally bleeding
Pleading for healing
My wounds are not self inflicted
it is a gripping reality of back stabs
And knife jabs to my heart
Hitting direct bullseye with each dart perfectly
as I marinate in pain
Wishing my sacrifice was equal to my gain
I am a martyr
