you know, each day I think things get better. but
then at night I feel it in my bones, in my mind and in
my soul. I don’t know what’s wrong.
is it me? is it something I did? is it something I said?
is it something I didn’t?
I’m lonely and aching for company –
but it feels like no one aches for mine. how do I fix this?
the only thing I want to do is paint red stains on my skin
that will turn into beautiful lines
that will never fade. but
they’re not beautiful. they make me sad every day.
and it’s a battle to not make more but I don’t know what else to do.
how do you keep on going when it feels like no one is rooting for you?