Coaxed out of the closest, how do you feel?

Like changing your mind after you already jumped

Exposed and shaking, listening to the whispers being screamed across a broken home

Gathering at the wake for someone made up

Walking like a ghost, talking like a child

Knuckles turning white, begging on bloodied knees

“I don't even know you anymore,” 

They say while eulogizing the picture perfect postcard

While I get slowly killed by values too deep to uproot

So I sit in the hurt, too tired to fight

Watching you close your eyes in disappointment

Wishing you would come wipe my tears and hold my hand