self inflicted
i wish i knew why
i keep getting hurt.
yes,
yes i understand no one means to
hurt me.
they say one thing and i hold it close.
not close to my heart,
close to my mind.
it consumes me.
words they fail to say,
burn even worse.
i guess it's me just hurting
myself.
its always
me.
always
myself.
This poem is about:
Me