"Is something wrong?" they keep asking. "Everything," I think. But "Nothing," I reply. And smile.
I have this thing, where no matter how much I am hurting, I can't ever tell the person that is hurting me. I don't want them to feel the hurt I'm experiencing, so I graze over it. I realize this is extremely dysfunctional. And is probably the reason my heart is completely stitched and patched back together from its multiple massacres.
I took a shower, and it warmed up my outsides, but inwards, I'm still ice cold. So, today, I'm just content with feeling numb. Cause that's the only word I can use to describe this right now.
You're waiting here for somebody else to break you from the inside/you've been so composed/we all know there's always something tearing you apart/it's always so much longer than you counted on/and it hits you so much harder than you thought/but you don't worry, you don't worry/cause you've got soul.
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