it feels like my heart the container is being scratched
it screeches it hurts
no single dirt of paint can come off again
the pain penetrates and pierces through layers of vessels and flesh
it is indescribable
hurts and kills
or have i been numb
senses the slightest but imagination and exaggerations reign
dominate my whole being
complement the big theme of idealisation
the antagonistic devaluation
well juxtaposed
depreciation
some arbitrary
just dont think it fits
i dont think i fit
have i been detached or disconnected
from just the age or the world
from people once i endeared
it feels strange
hurts
i mourn
is it me who pulled it apart
torn and untrimmed
strings and threads still linger
but i aint braiding it back
cant rejoin
cant rejoice
as a matter of fact i dont know how to braid
the locks are the loose bundles of hair
looks tidy
looks messy
be it both
when you have different approaches
another matter of attitude
i cant describe it fully
cause its indescribable
but it hurts
it hurts
°°°
flight or fright
either i embrace and realign
or i just escape and flee
brutally alienates
me the alien speculates
°°°
i have nothing much to say
i dont care to listen
was an empty soul sitting at the table
ask not warum
time and lives the culprits
°°°
sad
it hurts
it hurts
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