I fall apart each time
When voice is raised or judging,
My feelings aren't a crime
It's better to feel nothing.
I'm boiling hot and cold
Each time when soul is wounded
But painful things were told,
I'm crying "over nothing"
They say they have to know,
But it's none of their business
My weak and wounded soul
Will imitate forgiveness.
I always feel too much
It's bursting out and crying
It asks for gentle touch,
But no one's even trying.
It's silent and it's loud,
It's sinister and gracious,
But in a senseless crowd
It's sensitive and anxious.
I'm desperate. I'm sick.
Of coldness and of anger,
No one will ever pick,
And fondle and caress her.
falling apart
© Copyright: Анна Индевельская, 2026
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