3:21

when life suddenly hits

you started to ask

am i too fucking sensitive ?

all the things that you did

stayed in your mind

forever like an old scratchy cd

playing the embarrassing past

over and over again like eating breakfasts

you keep lying to yourself

that as long as you have

one of those things

you’ll be happy

alter the memories

make them tragic

lay in bed for days

cry at 5am

sad and broken

who are you anyway?

say, did you miss it?

are you going back

for the knife or for the blood

hurting oneself or hurting others

so hard to choose

maybe you’d do both

this time, maybe you’d manage to

shoo everyone away.

t.l.