How do you resolve the pain of an injury outside reality? Who is held accountable for the actions never taken? What lesson can be taught from words neither spoken or heard? Yet my soul is bruised from the beatings. My tongue held in protest of arguments I can't ever win. They know what I'll say before I say it. They know where I'll run from their sin. So I wake up in tears from their treachery, A lack of trust steadily brewing. An apology needed but impossible, A day not started and already ruined.