everything here reeks of pain. dried blood, fresh blood, bad blood. i rammed my head too hard against this wall, now its broken and bruised. all swollen over my eye, blinding. have mercy on me, my God.
they say love language is the one thing that is your downfall. wish they would all shut up and make this a simple life. why is it so hard and complicated? i just want to make peace. i am sick and tired of these gall stones wearing me out. the sun has gone down and my evening light is fading out.
hide me in your love. bring me to my knees. heal me of this eager apathy. heal me and shelter me from it all. as i lay my heart out in the open sun and let the crows peer through. as i lay it all down, may pain be underneath my threshold. may death come quick and deadly. may life continue for the ones i love with all that i have left.
there is not enough room in this world to contain this love. catch me when i fall.
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