T Rage ...

So much hurt it brings into me,
The T can do it to me,
My friend says so much sacrifice it is,
To stop the T from happening...
Five months it can be held,
Five words it takes to be felt as granted...

I do not know why I put so much for someone
For whom it is but only a sacrifice,
That awaits to be redeemed...

My fists hurts with all the pounding,
My heart hurts with all the needles striking it..
But let the T continue for it is something,
My friend desires so much...

My rage will die down,
The smoke will subside, but memories it leaves behind..
A sacrifice asked that was too much to be asked...
It took but only a moment to break..

Can you take it in your stride, my heart asks,
But my brain and heart says with unison, it cannot!
How else will I ever realize the rage beneath..
How will I put it on the leash,
so that it never eats me from within...

( What is T, even I cant recollect it now.. but it is a memory that reminds me, others will forget what you are within a moment's good time..