I don’t know that I will ever recover

But i can forgive you

Because after all we were just kids

You didn’t know how sharp your knife was

Or the utter thinness of my skin

You shouldn’t have had to know

And neither should I

But the world in which we live

Sets us up as enemies

For two people one in the same

Can not coexist

Without violence

I didn’t know your knife was for steak and not butter

I thought it was gentle and friendly

Not stabbing me from behind

But I forgive you

Because we were just kids

But you cost my family a lot of money

Just on journals and therapy