The way it hurts
And the fact you can’t ice it.
The way it’s already numb
BUt simultaneously a dull ache
And a sharp pain.
The way no explanation ever seems to be understood
Because I’m too busy stumbling over my words they don’t serve their purpose
So I’m crazy and incomprehensible. And I crave to be sane and implicit
That’s the problem with putting others first; you’ve taught them you come second.