a cut that always bleeds
when someone asks what's wrong but i can't form a response because i can't just say "it's just the way my brain is"
The first touch felt like a cure,
chaos faded, the world seemed obscure.
Sorrow hushed, anger dissolved,
in a pool of blood, a flower evolved.
I was intellectually gifted but emotionally neglected, so I learned to rely solely on logic because thatβs the only part of me that was ever encouraged. Eventually, my own emotions felt foreign and the next thing I know Iβm a diagnosed antisocial. Sometimes I wonderβ¦ if I had been made to feel safe enough to feel, would I have stood a chance at a normal life?
A midnight breeze whispers, sudden and cold,
tracing her thighs, with fingers sharp and bold.
tralalelo tralala
porco dio e porco Allah.