How do you let me do this to myself?
You know I'm suffering,
You know I'm starving myself,
You know I'm crying myself to sleep,
Yet you don't try to stop me.
Why are you letting me destroy myself?
No, Why are you encouraging it?
Maybe you don't see it yet.
But when you tell me you don't care,
And to not "complain" to you if I'm hurting,
It hurts me just that little bit more inside.
And suddenly everything I've been going through seems ten times harder.
You know how I feel,
Yet you don't try to help.
Maybe I should be thanking you,
Because what you're doing right now,
Is making it way easier to let go.
-LNL
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Rigor Samsa
Poetry"n. a kind of psychological exoskeleton that can protect you from pain and contain your anxieties, but always ends up cracking under pressure or hollowed out by time-and will keep growing back again and again, until you develop a more sophisticated...
