What Matter To Me?
The material possessions?
The money spent to feel joy?
No
None Of It Ever Mattered To Me.
It was what I felt emotionally, in confession.
The memories build a blooming story.
So,
Only I Saw What Mattered To Me.

The world is tainted-
Everywhere I go, the imperfection is akin to death.
The baggage my mind holds with this knowledge-
I can't feel at home on planet Earth.
The Severity
To my cursed Awareness
Brings me. no. Serenity.
And clouds my soul. in. Darkness.

Because when I loose my emotion's
my skin feels like a shell to protect
me from all the physical attacks
that the world rains on top of me
but what of my vulnerable soul?
When my body is cut or wounded
it shows the pain by bleeding
When my soul gains a scar
all I can do is hold the wound as my emotions bleed

I hate to say my body is just a shell.
Just That, A Shell.
But it's true, protecting me from physical attacks.
I Hate That, A Shell.
But it's true, my knees give way because of soul attacks.

I wound myself because I am aware.
I am wounded because the world is unaware.
I wound myself because I am unable to understand.
I am wounded because no one wants to understand.
I bleed myself because the world is tainted, corrupted.
I am bleeding because I understand that, I Am, tainted, corrupted.
I bleed myself because I need to feel pain to stay sane.
I am bleeding because the world never let me feel sane.