I survived

Can you hear me now? I’m crying out loud spinning—spinning in my head again.

And truly you don’t care/ you never really cared/ all you cared about was yourself/— and the wife.

The Privilege that you have/. Ah, use against me/ your dirty little secrets that you kept and share it while I wept./—-And you sleep well at night…cuddled with your selfishness. And will they bring you completeness? Is it worth it?

Do you feel whole now as you broke others in parts?

Well, I am still alive.

I survived.

I thrive

with knowing your dead (in my head).