I hold on to the pain you stabbed in my heart.
There isn't a day where I don't revisit that wound.
You were supposed to be my protector--
the one who was supposed to slay all the demons of life away.
I was never supposed to feel your sword of "justice"
(Can I really call it justice now?)

You dropped me into the dark space and left me there to rot.
The poisonous demon pierced my thoughts
and slowly throttled my dreams.

Where was your sword?
Where was your justice?
Where were you?
WHERE?!

I had to fight that demon with my dagger of reluctance and barely-existent hope.
I had to climb out of that decrepit place
with all the poison in my mind and the scars on my body.
The salt of that climb burned my skin.
I almost fell back into that maelstrom from the pain,
but I knew I would've been lost forever.

I freed myself from that place and resumed existence here.
My thoughts are forever more calculated than a math equation.
I live my life now knowing to have my dagger under my sleeve.
If you ever stab me again, I know I will not be the only one to go into that hole.