What’s wrong?

 

my face

mine

hers

 

“suck it up”

“get over it”

 

but this wound

still has not healed

 

it’s bleeding

gushing

 

a gaping wound

 

my mind a hole

a void

 

am i just a hole?

 

i want to hide

my face

me

 

crawl back

into the pit

I fought

to escape

 

at least there

no one could see

me

my face

no one could see

me

the it

 

‘poison’

 

grandma was right

wasn’t she?

I taint everything

I touch

everything

I love

 

mother was wrong.

I can’t be a hero.

 

hug me.

 

but don’t

 

it’s too late.

Advertisements