Emptiness fills the hole beneath my rib-cage. It’s a repeat of a cycle that I cannot seem to break.
But it’s like whenever I try, they want to put me in my place. They make everything I do a mistake, whenever I colour outside the lines
All I ask for is care And grace And intimacy and love All I ask for is to be seen as enough As a person As a body As flesh All I ask for is that you don’t forget about care about grace about intimacy
I taught myself how to win wars Without a single bruise. Sometimes, I think it’d be easier If I made myself new. But what’s the point of trying, When you’re always set up to lose? It’s hard to find th
