abhorrence

when my finger types,
i sense my face drenching.
i have scars in my heart,
constantly applied with salt of ignore.
Every effort i hav made to touch,
to understand.

i was brushed aside,
becoming a bother.
a nuisance u laugh at.
wondering,
why am i treated this way,
wat exactly went wrong.
why am i still crying alone.
the problem is me.
downtrodden me.
repugnance.
everything i have chosen fails me.
i'm a loser lost in space,
discarded by particles and time.
i will not submerge,
i tell myself.
and i'm doubting my thoughts again.





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