Shame on me, For not trying harder to be a miscarriaged baby, Shame on me through being a surviver of a deadly tumor, I am a tumor of the world, Shame on me for taking up space, Shame on me from not being able to prevent her sucicide, Shame is all I feel, I am shame itself; And that voice inside my head I can’t figure out if it’s actually mine, Or if I died off long ago, And now I’m just something’s vessel.
I’m so scared of negative judgement from other people. But I am exposing pieces of me and maybe through that I can be pieced back together. I hope you find relatablity or at least understanding.