Forgiveness is an estranged word
In my self-deprecating Wernicke's
Forgiving them is foreign
Forgiving myself is bizzare
Their indiference haunts my caring
Pierces inside my skin as hypodermic
Resentment is my everyday drug
I take it up as soon as my eyes crack open
I dread them everynight while dreaming
Knowing tomorrow holds just another bleeding
