Gosh, so many people ruined me.
I think in fact I only meet people so they can hurt me.
I don't know how they do it.
And I think it's a progressive thing.
There is no mastery in not-getting-hurt.
No matter how you learn,
You learn there's something else you need to learn.
They always find a way.
Until you just give up.
Because darn it I am fucking tired.
So you know what,
I am stepping out into the world naked.
No more secrets.
No more games.
No more dramas.
No more walls.
No more shields.
No more covers.
No more lies.
See me for the real me.
And hurt me all over again.
Go on,
I am giving you permission.
Hurt me.
It's all I have.
A collection of wounds.
A tattoo of scars.
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