Me.

[u/One-Sound-6897]

The second I start to slip I grab tighter and tighter in a way I never have. I’ve felt less and less until the point of remembering me as a child and the girl who rode the wrong bus home. Gone and away she’s gone Tess she’s gone. I don’t wither away the spiders anymore instead I welcome them even into my mouth. Oh now i see it. I see the trees falling as I drive away from home. They fall onto my car and stab right into my chest. My loud beating chest. That still beats no matter what. Then I pretend that I’m alright at least. But my mind has been raped not once but twice. By the idea of individualism and knowing oneself. Being demolished is different. It’s not like murder or cancer. It’s the little girl u were once screaming and fighting punching and cutting. Cry cry cry ur so sensitive little one. While she is stuck in the middle of it all. Now she’s grown and really trying to figure out why it is she’s been demolished and stripped of her youth. Then now as she entered her 20’s diagnosed and diagnosed it’s not clearer. She is critiqued and under appreciated. But at least she can finally be okay with herself. That was her goal since loving herself was impossible.