I am a very sensitive person. It’s not the first time I’ve been hurt by someone’s careless words nor felt inferior and unimportant beside someone else. I’ve had my fair share of life’s happiness and sadness as well as the feeling of being dirt trashy and absolutely downright lousy. I try hard but sometimes it doesn’t work and I still don’t get what I want. It’s like how when you were young and thought you were invincible and then you’re eventually forced to realize that there are certain lines that you simply cannot cross.
I guess we’re all more or less fundamentally the same. We all have 2 eyes, one nose and one mouth, right? But why are we so vastly different? Why does she have so many comments even when she knows she’s doomed to die? And why do I appear so nonchalant when I actually cannot stop caring? Does she know that every word she speaks is a lie to her dignity? Can she hear her heart screaming for help above the noise she makes in an attempt to cover herself up?
Is your laughter genuine? Then why does it always seem like you’re sticking a knife inside you to laugh in public? Do you really think she smiles because she means it? Why can’t you see the helplessness in her smile?
Are we all blind? The lines on her skin and the hidden blade stuck within her chest.
Can I kiss it away? Can I remove the daggers you stabbed into yourself?
It’s not your fault. It’s really not your fault.
But at least I’m lucky to have you.
Admidst a whirlpool of mess at least, my soul found you.
And everything will be okay with you.
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