Broken glass

Today I screamed at the sky. I poured myself out on the field of dead grass. My heart bled for so many losses. It’s more than one can bare. I swear I could cut out my heart and leave it there on the ground. It serves no purpose but to ache anymore. My eyes burn from all the tears I’ve shed. I try to sing and all I do is vomit decades of pain and resentment. Cursed for missed opportunities and chances not taken. My legs can’t hold me any longer. My back broke and frozen. All I want is 5 minutes to feel nothing more. While this gift is supposed to bring light, today it’s just the dark. Take it from me. Let someone else carry this burden for a while. I’m just going to lay here for a while and try to sleep.

Published by Snowy Owl

There was a lot more written here before. Then I saw it was irrelevant. I am just another person with an autoimmune disease and spectrum ”disorder” who is highly sensitive to their environment. I thought I would write a few things down, so here you go. Swim at your own risk!

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