Thursday Thoughts: Now You See It

Don’t you get it?
Pain isn’t invisible.
Pain can be seen.

Pain is the way her heart feels so much she connects her forehead with the unfeeling walls of her room a hundred times over.

Pain is the bleeding hills of knuckles, serrated crimson skin dangling on ends, and a million glass shards carpeting the toilet tiles.

And sometimes pain and confusion, when mixed together, turns into a pile of clothes stashed into a drawstring bag, squashed dollar notes in your pocket and your feet taking you far away from the only place you knew as home.


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