Feeling
What is a person supposed to feel? What do I feel? What do I need to feel?
I am pretty sure that I am called “complex” because of my emotions. I was never
able to tell myself something…and then have somebody else tell me something
completely different …thus changing how I feel…
Mood: happy
I told myself it wasn’t worth it…that I didn’t have to go ahead and dig for my
feelings…I was always able to show how I felt by my non-verbal’s or facial
expressions…or maybe just not talking at all…and once that happened I had began
to lose my “keen sense of feeling”…I was then again changing the way I felt…I was
liking it for some reason…
Mood: Hurt
I’m liking the was this new feeling treats me…it makes me think differently…my mind
isn’t focused so much on what others think of me…but of how I can make others
feel…
Look Around: what do you see? Look Inside: what can you see? Look at me: what
don’t you see?
Around: so many objects able to use and use successfully
Inside: the bloody scar tissue that I’ve waited for so long to see
Look at me: watch me bathe in my blood…slowly dying…with a smile on my face…
*I love it when I can smell my blood let alone taste it…I want a feeling like this to
forever stay with me and I will forever be happy…*
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