You say you are grieving the woman you once knew
The one before the trauma, the one before the hurt
You think I am different, evil, punishing for having boundaries
Boundaries that you don’t care about so there must be something wrong with me
You say you are grieving the woman you once knew
But instead of fighting for me, you continue to hold these men up on golden pedestals
You say you are grieving the woman you once knew
But is that true? From over here it is obvious
You are grieving the ability to take advantage of me, walk all over me, force codependence upon me
You say you are grieving me to hurt me, to draw blood, to make me feel like a shell of trauma
