Somebody
kick me hard.
I thought I was doing fine.
Did I spoil everything again?
Is there anything beyond my reach,
something I couldn’t break,
couldn’t ruin?
My hands hurt,
I want to crawl out of my skin.
The voices keep repeating those harsh words.
Among all the things that were said,
only the sharp one stayed.
Those that hurt,
Those that cut,
Those that stung.
Hours and days later,
They’re still here,
spinning in my head.
I still can’t get them out.
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