everyone hates me
don't they?
but you,
you seem to actually like me
i cry,
cry as i hug you
"tell me everything," you say
i try,
try as i begin to trust you
continuously; repeatedly; becoming a routine
now you know everything.
now you're my medicine.
now i've gotten attached.
~m
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alexithymia
Poetryfor all of us out there that are incapable of telling them how we really feel alex·i·thy·mia (noun) inability to identify and express or describe one's feelings "Individuals with high levels of alexithymia are usually aware of their emotional aro...
