silence of the lambs

i don’t remember

what it was before

now;

chances are somethings were the same

just nothing that mattered.

i remember thinking

back then,

that i deserved what i got

if you didn’t work for it

like really work for it

than it wasn’t for you;

just not everyone gives equally

keeping you in the bottom of a well

to be mocked

to be trashed

to be reminded that they have you on a leash

and they control the slack.

i remember thinking

that those days

those days

were a peak.

they bury

you,

whether you’re out

sinking

or digging

that well isn’t for you