It hurts please
The triggers every
Little thing
The fears
The obsessions
Gatekeeping
Why am I like this
IT triggers
It feels like my heart is in a ache
My heart is like cake
You need to be gentle
And sentimental
I’m too fragile like
A glass cup
You crush my heart
I’ll make you bleed
Like the glass in ur skin
I’ll make u plead
Vision blurry like
Foggy glasses
The feeling it’s like
I put on glasses
Except I can’t tell if my
Vision is blurry or clear..
It hurts…