i have no apologies to say nor forgiveness to give.
i own my own world around me as if I'm the only soul that has an existence.
altogether with guilt and resentment.
i have aged with a bruise in my heart—but I'm still contaminated with love.
from sickness of words,
this eyes on me are still intact as if it didn't cried blood.
the violence that shouted in a specialized language,
i would be it's irretrievable target.
it's not the hands that choked me, it's the words that turned my world upside down.
i have been sick of accepting and expecting,
the world in my mind is completely different from what I have in reality.
i could be pure in a minute,
but then I'll turn around and won't look back.
the little in me thinks she's too big to handle,
that's why she changed her belief in what it is supposed to be.
i do not know—if it's my mind that ***** me up, or if it's my ****** words that shuts me up.
nevertheless, I don't even understand myself in a language that I speak.
i don't know why I keep craving for tenderness, when all my life I've only seen the insanity.
Apr 20
Apr 20, 2026 at 11:43 AM UTC
i have no apologies to say nor forgiveness to give.
i own my own world around me as if I'm the only soul that has an existence.
altogether with guilt and resentment.
i have aged with a bruise in my heart—but I'm still contaminated with love.
from sickness of words,
this eyes on me are still intact as if it didn't cried blood.
the violence that shouted in a specialized language,
i would be it's irretrievable target.
it's not the hands that choked me, it's the words that turned my world upside down.
i have been sick of accepting and expecting,
the world in my mind is completely different from what I have in reality.
i could be pure in a minute,
but then I'll turn around and won't look back.
the little in me thinks she's too big to handle,
that's why she changed her belief in what it is supposed to be.
i do not know—if it's my mind that ***** me up, or if it's my ****** words that shuts me up.
nevertheless, I don't even understand myself in a language that I speak.
i don't know why I keep craving for tenderness, when all my life I've only seen the insanity.
