I ask you to hit me
For I cannot feel the pain of my skin
And the wounds of long ago
Have left me rough and rigid.
I ask you to yell at me
For I have grown deaf to sounds
The voices in my mind silence the world
And I can hear nothing but my dying heartbeat.
I want you to hurt me
For I am numb to the world
And the only reminder that I am alive
Is the bits and pieces that remind me
So when my heart is broken
Into pieces that can no longer be repaired
I'll be ready
That's how I've always been.
Maybe you understand.
Maybe you know.
But that's why I can never
Do the same to you
I will not raise my voice.
I will not raise my hand.
I will not become the monsters than haunt me
I cannot become worse than them.
Yang Khaos Kao
· Sun Sep 10, 2017 @ 10:16pm · 0 Comments