domingo, 7 de marzo de 2021

Behavioral

And when I try to listen to my own voice I have to be very quiet

But it's sometimes scary 

To meet my broken self

And see the red live wounds that just won't heal

It is scary to face myself 

And knowing that I'd never make it on my own through the thin curtain of acid rain 

I tend to call 'My Everyday'. 

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