My skin screams.
Soul is begging because I honestly thought I could be safe.
I thought I could be okay.
I was at peace.
I want protected.
They were right.
They said I wasn't able to be loved.
And they were right.
My skin is screaming because every piece of myself is not okay without him.
It feels like I am being ripped apart.
I'm empty.
And writhing in pain.
Every part of my body wanting to manifest my soul’s turmoil in physical pain.
I don't deserve happiness.
I deserve pain.
No medication.
No aid for my happiness.
I deserve pain.
Unbelievable suffering.
I'm worthless.
Too much to be loved.
Too much.
It's too much.
It's too much
It's too loud
Make it stop
Please.
I'm drowning in emotion.
I'm drowning.
I'm
Done.
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Tasia Lorraine
Spoken word poet, artist, and author.
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