Pain, to me, has always felt like fists.
Quick, hard blows to my body,
leaving me sore and limping,
though stronger in the end.
But this,
this pain is different
like a poison
coursing through already raw capillaries
it burns me, from the inside all the way out,
consuming me with i different kind of toxicity I've not met before.
......
When feelings blow out of proportion
Because there is no healing potion
For all the excitement
turned into abandonment
Because wet tissues
Turn into trust issues
And theres not enough clothes
To cover my body made of walls
That I should have covered myself from the start
The only thing I can blame is my own heart
......
Pain, to me, has always felt like fists.
Quick, hard blows to my body,
leaving me sore and limping,
though stronger in the end.
But this,
this pain is different
like a poison
coursing through already raw capillaries
it burns me, from the inside all the way out,
consuming me with i different kind of toxicity I've not met before.
......
When feelings blow out of proportion
Because there is no healing potion
For all the excitement
turned into abandonment
Because wet tissues
Turn into trust issues
And theres not enough clothes
To cover my body made of walls
That I should have covered myself from the start
The only thing I can blame is my own heart
......