The Night I Cut Too Deep

My flesh is burning.
Did I give you the power to do that to me?

Is this your form of retribution?
Is this how you feel?

A belly of molten hot hate;
A fist clenched, aching jaw, scathing pain.

I want to vomit and expel all these emotions from my soul - push them up through my mouth, let the jagged, burning sensation swallow my senses as I spew it all out. Let it hurt! Let it hurt, I want to see blood and pulp and be overwhelmed by my pain.

Could I move forward then?

Is it my fault?
Or
Is it one more person who knows too much?

Knows enough to really hurt me