I am hurt that you are here.
And I wonder if I should resent you less because maybe you are here, because you are hurt.
And maybe even through your tantrums and terror, you’re really just here to plead with me for a second of my attention for your pain.
Maybe as much as I don’t want you here, you don’t want to either.
So my monsters, where does it hurt?
From where does it hurt for you to hurt the ones I only mean to love, and where does it hurt do you push away all the people I need.
From where should I look so that you no longer bleed, bleed onto all the hearts that only mean to heal you.
My monsters, I pray you take my hand so together we can be, everything that we are meant to be, so we no longer fall into being a person we will regret having been.
May you take my hand before we lose everything.