The days feel like poking a bruise
Or like bumping your leg into the table
You forget that the staining is there,
A small purple, blue, green universe
The pain is an unwelcome reminder
Of an unwelcome, life-changing event
Then the days blur together in phases
The waves of emotion rise and fall again
I’m wrapping my mind like a present
The tape keeps getting stuck on my hands
And I keep collecting the pieces
And yet, none of them seem to fit
It’s an internal, external struggle
A dissonant existence
You left us here, you did this
And abandoned with no way to fix it.
Feb 23, 2025
Feb 23, 2025 at 9:56 PM UTC
The days feel like poking a bruise
Or like bumping your leg into the table
You forget that the staining is there,
A small purple, blue, green universe
The pain is an unwelcome reminder
Of an unwelcome, life-changing event
Then the days blur together in phases
The waves of emotion rise and fall again
I’m wrapping my mind like a present
The tape keeps getting stuck on my hands
And I keep collecting the pieces
And yet, none of them seem to fit
It’s an internal, external struggle
A dissonant existence
You left us here, you did this
And abandoned with no way to fix it.
