May 2015
Invisible wounds that are more painful than wounds that bleeds,
Are wounds that slowly kills me to death, unconsciously.
I might seem fine,
I might feel happy.
Yet my inner self is shouting in grief.
A pain where I could no longer locate its origin no matter how I tried because I'm tired.
And the only feeling left I could distinguish was none.
If this wound would cost my life then there's no point of staying.
The road to recovery is quite far from here, I must keep going.
It's a long run, perhaps I should detach myself in reality to suppress pain.
And embrace this cold bandage to somehow soothe the pain.
I wish I could have possible shortcuts towards the other end as I go through.
Because this wound is causing too much of me.
But it's my fault.
I should have avoided that *thing which now wounded me deeply.
Are wounds that slowly kills me to death, unconsciously.
I might seem fine,
I might feel happy.
Yet my inner self is shouting in grief.
A pain where I could no longer locate its origin no matter how I tried because I'm tired.
And the only feeling left I could distinguish was none.
If this wound would cost my life then there's no point of staying.
The road to recovery is quite far from here, I must keep going.
It's a long run, perhaps I should detach myself in reality to suppress pain.
And embrace this cold bandage to somehow soothe the pain.
I wish I could have possible shortcuts towards the other end as I go through.
Because this wound is causing too much of me.
But it's my fault.
I should have avoided that *thing which now wounded me deeply.
(27/F)
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