you always leave my skin blue and green and gathering blood clots. well not always. that was a first time in a long time. good for me. you make so tired. but I do understand you. I'm cursed with empathy. for anyone. for all the worst people. does it sound too childish to say they made me a worse person? a little. don't I just look like I'm begging for sympathy again? I'm an open book. rip out my pages, one by one. you won't ever be the first or the last. is it not everyone's compulsion to rip apart anything good and open and vulnerable? I'll die unspeaking. I've no words left for this filth
