but I still feel your skin on mine
and my head keeps telling me how did I fall.
Im not fine.
Every part of me is sore.
Feeling like after a crime.
Blame on me.
I see shame everywhere I look
it makes me mute
but then the sream in my head is louder
thinking theres nothing left to be proud of.
I know this will be better
but still Im like bad weather,
noone can make it.
Im not perfect
I need time
to heal
to start normally feel
also other feelings.
Like a ghost
living though the space
what hurts the most
that Im the only one.
The only one who is done
with love,
breaking up,
stumbeling,
being a creep.
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