Kill it all away
(all the feelings you're giving me.)
Cut out my soul if you have to, just
rid me of the burden of feeling anything like love.
I don't want to care—to worry if you hate me because I can't
look you in the eye.
Just don't notice my tinged cheeks or downcast gaze,
please don't let me draw your attention
towards myself. Look
at the still bleeding paper cuts
littering my arms, my way of distracting myself from
a worse pain—the realization that I can still care.
AN: i'm so sorry, this is one of my worst works, but i felt like i should post it anyway. sorry to disappoint-i'll try harder next time. check out myother stuff, it's much better.