Nothing triggers it
But everything does
Meaningless to explain
Again and again and again
But never sticking
There’s no reason but yet it effects me
I’m sick of it
Sick of my mind
Sick of my body
Sick of my face
Sick of my reflection
Sick of my voice
And yet I am all I have
I must love with what I am stuck with
Because I am my only person
Who knows me for me
I have been there for me
In good and dark
Always has
And forever will be my only one
Aug 18, 2024
Aug 18, 2024 at 7:36 AM UTC
Nothing triggers it
But everything does
Meaningless to explain
Again and again and again
But never sticking
There’s no reason but yet it effects me
I’m sick of it
Sick of my mind
Sick of my body
Sick of my face
Sick of my reflection
Sick of my voice
And yet I am all I have
I must love with what I am stuck with
Because I am my only person
Who knows me for me
I have been there for me
In good and dark
Always has
And forever will be my only one