the eggshells i walk on
have cut up my feet
i am bleeding because
of anxiety.
if i say something wrong, the bomb will explode.
if i don't say anything, it's only a matter of time.
your words cut deep into my skin
you're a carver.
everyday hearing your harsh words
makes things harder and harder.
getting insults thrown at me like a football
by the one person who's supposed to lift me up
is like a punch in the face that left me with a black eye and a black heart.
you convincing yourself i do not care
when accidents happen
you convince yourself i did it on purpose.
over and over again
when will the cycle ever end?
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Conversations With Myself
שיריםWhat is it that I think? Does it even matter? I leave a lot of things unsaid, unheard, and well.. Here's all the things I wish someone would've and could've heard me say.
