Late Night Ramblings

you just feel.

What's wrong with you?
You stay up too late.
You never brush your hair and your bed is always messy.
What's wrong with you?
You're too sensitive and you cry at the memories of old hurts.
What's wrong with you?
You pour your heart out and break down your walls for people who only see you through black eyes.
What's wrong with you?
Pick up those books you put away as an adolescent.
Play those sad songs nobody wants to hear.
Remember those old hurts, let them build you, let them make you.
Shut your eyes, not your heart.
Feel what it is you're feeling.
Tears don't make you cold. Let them run down your face, let them turn black, let them ooze the toxins from your bruised heart.
Hurts, don't make you cold
People telling you not to feel those hurts, that's what makes you cold.
Nothing's wrong with you.
You just feel.