A mere word, pitch of your voice can hurt me
Because am so vulnerable to pain
Shout at me, I become apprehensive
Annoyed at me , I feel helpless
Shut me off, I feel choked to death
Why am I so susceptible ?
Like it pierces part of me until blood gushes
My head is a whirlwind
Thoughts, fears, anixities, prejudices and what not...
I feel numb.
YOU ARE READING
Slow Death
Short StoryThis book is my getaway, my escape, my feelings. It's utter shit but if you wish to read it you may :) Quite a lot of emotions,feelings that are depressed, hurt, confused, fucked up..suicidal.. //pluvio-nyctophile//
