Trajectories and Impacts

It’s astounding.

Everything he did to end me,
But the ones who hurt me the most
Were the ones I ran to for help.
I drift away, a wiser ghost;

I will never ask for help again,
And they will never feel remorse.
There is no hope for us all
If God doesn’t change our course.

It’s the first time in my life,
I have to hold the curse on my tongue.
I’m a breath away from praying every delight undone;
Holding it in poisons my lungs.

They have changed me,
And I can’t figure how
To restore what they vandalized,
Or if it’s even worth trying now,

But I am far worse for knowing them.