The incompleteness and frugality of the kindness offered to me thrashes my insides into a blended mess of emptiness in the middle of a two-way street where I wonder what I did to cause this but it's not my fault and it is my fault.
I can't listen to anyone because the noise is too loud.
How must I perceive this?
How must I approach this?
Hurts to see your happy face when you aren't even upset and I let you in.
I let somebody that was ok with losing me in.
How foolish. But how could you?
I haven't spoken a word about you because it hurts too much but apparently the case is different for you and I'm happy you have no shame but what do you hope to accomplish by pitting people against me.
How could you be so happy when I still think about it everyday and how it could be my fault.
Thinking about how I could've caused anything.
Your words thrusted into my fragile chest, twisted, and pushed deeper and I can't get them out of my head.
You never tried to understand however your testimony says differently.
Why is mine worth any less? Is it because it's all my fault (according to you)
And I need help I really do but I don't know how to ask for it and I don't want your unsolicited advice or comparisons.
I just want peace.
