A letter to you; that you may know how it feels like to grow up.
by Kimberly Ang
I think it just comes to a point in time when we get hurt so many times by the same person over the same little things that we stop feeling anything anymore. That, or we don’t know what we should be feeling, so we simply choose not to feel.
Because that is easier, because I’d rather feel you slowly slice me with a penknife than cut me up with your words. Because then the physical scars will remind me of just how damaged beyond repair I am, and so I’ll stop deluding myself into thinking I’m a lost cause waiting to be saved.