You win some ...
... you lose some.
It's like finally being able to verbalize some of the feelings inside and allowing a bit of vulnerability to peek out only to have it punched in the nose.
Did I steal this? Did I do this?
A blinking cursor
Black phone screen
Deleted numbers
Stupid choices
Expectations
Headphones
Bruises
Kissed knees
This Darkness though
I feel like a stoic observer watching it consume
Maybe it's just how compartmentalizing feels
Then what is the anger when I see a picture?
Who am I even angry at?
It's like finally being able to verbalize some of the feelings inside and allowing a bit of vulnerability to peek out only to have it punched in the nose.
Did I steal this? Did I do this?
A blinking cursor
Black phone screen
Deleted numbers
Stupid choices
Expectations
Headphones
Bruises
Kissed knees
This Darkness though
I feel like a stoic observer watching it consume
Maybe it's just how compartmentalizing feels
Then what is the anger when I see a picture?
Who am I even angry at?
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