Sitting, sorting through
All the un
fin
ished business

Fuck That Freight Train:
I Am
Sitting Here.

Just sitting here sorting through
The unfinished business
Theirs, mine

The things that I’ve
Learned
Oh my God
What the fuck …

The sorrys that should’ve been spoken
The hearts you split wide open
The headaches that felt like pressed death
The unbelievable stress
Sorting. I’m sitting here
Train horn blowing my ears
So loud it’s deafened and all of my fears
Are usurping senses ALL AT A TIME…
I should’ve been listening
When you were still crying

I had no idea how
You suffered
I thought
You were just an asshole
Who lost
A lot
Of control and couldn’t adjust

I gave up on every step I took
As you pushed me back
I stood right where you pushed me
And looked
Away
From your dismay

Who even were you?
When you left
Your heart
Battered and broken
Alone in the dark?

Who even were you
Going to be?
Before you gave up loving us
Outwardly?
Before it took you
Flipped you in
side out
And wrecked you again and again?

Who even were you?
I guess I’ll never know
My Mother
My angel
My shepherd away from hell