Talking, Exploring
Just me and you
“You’re a bitch” I think to myself
I turn away in frustration
Aware of my discomfort she begins to talk again, much
nicer this time.
Holding my hand looking into the sun, into my eyes,
staring deeply.
I can see her soul, her pain.
So much pain
I want to help
“LIAR” I think again, mouthing the words.
Broken beyond fixing onto….
Self-medication.
Paranoia, schizophrenia.
Seeing people
Bleeding hearts
Soul bleeding
My soul bleeds
Leaking, leaking in disgust...in hindsight
I knew then
I know now
Now I know
As read by Paul
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