LifeOnTheVerge

the complete works of erica j. radford
2019-03-21 00:16:20 (UTC)

Climates

Do I have a target painted on my forehead that I'm unaware of?

Is there something in my character that says, please put your pain on me?

Because my heart is growing tired of blame and accusation for words and crimes I've not committed.
My eyes grow tired from shedding tears of hurt and confusion from the hate that finds direction here.
My vision grows more and more direct at the truth within people and situations, as my sight continues to be subjected to horrific visions of hateful acts and hurting people hurting people.

"You're so strong, you will get through anything."
I don't think you understand how tired I am of hearing that and how superficially comforting it has become.

I am soo tired.




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