Soaking, polluted, drowning,
today I will spend the day
numb.
I don’t want to feel any of
this
I already know how to bleed.
I thought that you saw me; I
know that you heard me
but for me that wasn’t enough.
I had to stand before you naked
so that you could tell me no.
I pull the pillow over my head
to block out all of the light.
I don’t want to see myself
today
I’m not liking who I am.
I hate that I opened the door
hate that I stepped outside.
I don’t know how to behave out
there
with other people around.
Really it’s just me
that keeps on making mistakes.
I can’t just enjoy simple
happiness
it has to be filled with angst.
With pain, with regret, with
longing
with ache, with something raw.
It has to become lines on a
page
before I know what it is.
I don’t know now about this
though
I don’t know what to say.
I want to run and hide
in a place that has no words.
This is just me bleeding
letting all of it go.
Don’t worry, don’t sweat it, don’t
think twice
really, I’ll be fine.
There is a very profound message in your line "I already know how to bleed" - it's a line loaded with heaviness. Taking risks seems to be a risk all on its own.
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