I am so tired
Of feeling things as deeply as I do
I can feel the weight of someone's pain
While they're pouring their heart out to me
And dear god is it heavy
Everyone is always telling me
"Empathy is a gift"
But I am covered in claw marks
Some scarred, and some scabbed.
Some of them, fresh and bloody
My empathy is a curse
Loving things so deeply,
Feeling everything so intensely
I am so
Fucking
Tired
I wish I had been born cruel
Maybe then I could rest
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PoetryA series of poems I wrote at times I felt too much to keep it to myself, but had nobody to listen. Handle with care.
