1.2 They don't understand
Turning to you has been my only relief,
Supporting me through crisis and grief.
Comforted by things 0f material,
So small, yet, so meaningful.
I wish it would heal,
The wound cut so deep to scab and congeal.
Never shall you feel such pain,
For now you have me to guide you through the rain.
Don't worry, understand they shall not,
But for all I care, they can rot.
My goal is just to get through... and to be bland,
They don't, they don't understand.
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Jamie Scott Watkinson-Harvey
Supporting me through crisis and grief.
Comforted by things 0f material,
So small, yet, so meaningful.
I wish it would heal,
The wound cut so deep to scab and congeal.
Never shall you feel such pain,
For now you have me to guide you through the rain.
Don't worry, understand they shall not,
But for all I care, they can rot.
My goal is just to get through... and to be bland,
They don't, they don't understand.
***
Jamie Scott Watkinson-Harvey