theres a hum beneath my skin
a pressure in my arm
where pain once breathed
and healed like snow
i try to stay clean
to hold the ache without letting it spill
but sorrow gathers like a wave
and crashes in the pit of my heart
i miss the comfort
of instant release—
i just wish my favorite color
wasn’t a wound
Jun 23, 2025
Jun 23, 2025 at 6:33 AM UTC
theres a hum beneath my skin
a pressure in my arm
where pain once breathed
and healed like snow
i try to stay clean
to hold the ache without letting it spill
but sorrow gathers like a wave
and crashes in the pit of my heart
i miss the comfort
of instant release—
i just wish my favorite color
wasn’t a wound
im trying to stay clean, and i know some other people on here are too, if any of you read this i hope we can all heal together and get better, i find small comfort in knowing im not alone and if anyone wants to chat id be happy to listen ♡
