The consequences of the event makes me feel unworthy and useless

Almost like a whispering voice roaming inside my mind telling me to stop and give up

The tip of needle pierces through my veins reaching towards the heart cutting it deep

And the blood flows endlessly with no bandages to heal it

So I try to accept the situation and the wordings silently and to just not care

Yet i can't comprehend the reason for my sadness

and everything becoming gray and bland even though I decided to let go of the cuts .

So many splinters coming in contact with bittersweet moments

Inducing such sharp pain that I'm left with no choice but to just stay silent

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Tysm for you support

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