Hurting still

Leaving behind my many wheels of fate
I sit in my room with the windows closed
I wonder as I look in the the mirror
watching my reflection shine back at me.
I see the hurt coming from my skin
as it seeps out of my veins.
Hurting still I just don’t understand.
May people help me or should I
listen for my own understanding.
An understanding to the way
life ought to be or should be or
just plain can be. I need to
live a certain journey to my attempt
to be myself.
It is the only way to my sense of
understanding the hurting still.

[this is something for anybody to think about how they can understand.]


OUT, J

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