Y is for You

You.

You cut me out of paper, such a flimsy material. Maybe that was your first mistake.

I.

I walked through this earth and got crumpled, torn, shredded. And where were you?

You.

You offered me pieces of tape to mend where I was broken, but was it really enough? 

I.

I needed more than you could offer. I needed to be re-cut from something stronger, more durable, but you wouldn’t do that.

You.

You offered forgiveness, consolation, love… But even your love seemed petty compared to what I went through.

I.

I needed protection, retribution, enemies slain.

You.

You asked me to forgive them, but I just couldn’t do it. You asked too much of me.

I.

What I needed was for you to defend me, but you just couldn’t do it. 

You sat this one out.

Where were you?

You.

How am I supposed to trust you now? Where am I supposed to look for help?

Are you even there? Because, I…

I don’t feel You anymore.