I am myself
\nNo one else
\nJust me
\nThis is it
\nI mean, I’m real
\nI breathe, I bleed, I feel pain, I feel joy
\nEverything blends in with each other
\nI can’t grasp what it is
\nThat keeps pulling me away
\nI am hurt, a scar
\nScars don’t go away you know
\nThey are constantly there to remind you of the pain
\nSo you never really forget
\nYour heart can scar
\nJust as easily as your hand or your foot or your…
\nAnd it bleeds, deep, throughout your body
\nSo not only does your heart feel pain
\nBut does your whole body
\nYour whole existence
\nWhich relies on one organ
\nTo pump joy, hate, hurt, pain
\nWhatever…
\nThe healing process is slow
\nLike a snail frowning upon speed
\nThere is this black, burning, eternal cover
\nThat doesn’t allow me to see
\nI love people, I hate people
\nPeople
\nWhat an odd word
\ni don’t deserve this, but…
\nMaybe…
\nWill I ever know?
\nWill this scar ever heal?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I am myself No one else Just me This is it I mean, I’m real I breathe, I bleed, I feel pain, I feel joy Everything blends in with each other I can’t grasp what it is That keeps pulling … Continue reading