thoughts, poems and teenage shit

detach

Google defines detach as--

"disengage (something or part of something)

and remove it."

But Google could never tell me

how to detach myself

from the feelings that

consume me

and swallow me whole.

I'm not being irrational.

I'm not blowing things out of proportion.

I'm not overreacting.

I'm not being dramatic.

I'm not being hypersensitive.

Before pointing your fingers at me,

I want you to look at yourself.

Do you have empathy?

Do you realize these bad things can happen?

You may not say the words you speak

with the intent to hurt

but that is exactly what you're doing.

Stop FUCKING dancing around the problem,

like it's this fun thing to do.

Violation.

Tears shed.

Screams.

Hands on a body that isn't theirs.

Pain.

Blame where it doesn't belong.

This is reality

and you have no right

to decide how this story goes.

I ask you to step back

and think about the ways

in which you are impacting others.

If I can't detach myself,

neither can you.

Fucking talk.

Say words that mean something.

Speak the truth.

This is painful.

I refuse to let you pretend

as if it's not.

This is all I think about.

Unfasten, disconnect, separate, remove.

Pull off, free, disengage, loosen.

I wish I could.

I really do.

But there's nothing that can make this

go away.

I feel the walls closing in.

My breaths are shorter.

Tears.

I want to escape

but you can't escape

your own feelings,

your own pain.

It must be nice to

de

tach.

How lucky

you are.