i lay there under blinding light
the drip counting seconds i cant recall
something in me fried clean through
some part of my mind that once reached out
now nothing answers
someone turned away
because of something i said, or didnt
a carelessness, a fevered spark
i cant trace the wound
but i know it came from me
if this is punishment
please cauterise my injury
and let the burn erase
whatever version of me
hurt them enough to disappear
Oct 11, 2025
Oct 11, 2025 at 2:56 AM UTC
i lay there under blinding light
the drip counting seconds i cant recall
something in me fried clean through
some part of my mind that once reached out
now nothing answers
someone turned away
because of something i said, or didnt
a carelessness, a fevered spark
i cant trace the wound
but i know it came from me
if this is punishment
please cauterise my injury
and let the burn erase
whatever version of me
hurt them enough to disappear
