Somebody else should have been kinder.
Somebody else should have helped you
while you held your own broken pieces together.
Somebody should have been a tether.
Somebody should have told you
That you were always enough
While sitting beside you, in your dark,
And letting you know you’re worth it.
Somebody else should have known
How badly you needed their patience,
Their presence, and to borrow their hope.
They should have known – “I do it on my own”
Doesn’t mean that you do it alone.
It doesn’t mean it has to be cold
In the place where you sit and you wish
That somebody would welcome you home.
But somebody else should have warned me
How sharp your broken bits were.
Somebody else should have warned me,
You don’t care how your pain bleeds
And I’m covered in red sticky ooze,
Which you should have kept inside of you.
Somebody should have warned me
You weaponized the pain you held alone
I was just a civilian casualty.