Stigma and Lies
Elizabeth Harbaugh
Where are you?
I wrote a letter to the moon;
nothing as bright as you.
Me and you.
The sound of your singing
brings the red morning;
the sun suffocates me.
I couldn't protect you,
and we can't turn back now.
Like pieces of glass
the red blood is flowing.
I can't undo them.
Please save me.
Go away.
It’s endless,
even if I try to run,
even if I disappear,
it isn't erased.
Free me from this hell.
Find the me who was innocent.
Please illuminate my crimes.
I'm sorry.
Caught in a lie.
Please return my smile.
It was never you.