I Wrote to You, but Nothing Changed

The past has locked me in a cage with my own regrets

I wrote to you in hopes 

that it would help me forgive myself,

so I could stop cutting down the flowers

that grew from my veins,

watering them with cyanide

and still crying when they died.

Tears haven’t stopped flowing from my eyes

since I decided to find my own life

and I left you behind with the shattered glass

that used to be pieces of your heart

I hoped that these words

would be some sort of key

that would let me leave this cage 

that is rotting around me

filled with piles of unspoken words, 

melodic verses of things that I should have said

when I needed to say them,

now everything is broken

and I am stuck in my own mind

with a piece of paper and a pen

trying to figure out how

I can make myself whole again.