Whats wrong with me?
When words are weapons and silence is a warzone.
What’s wrong with me?
Rolling eyes.
Untold truths.
Eyes filled with anger.
Hearts filled with tears.
Words used that cut so deep—
to wounds that you will never see.
The crushing weight
of your cold shoulder.
The silence that booms louder
than any atomic bomb created.
What’s wrong with me?
I’ve asked myself
over and over all of my life.
What’s wrong with me?
You seem to have confirmed
every answer I have ever created.
With that question,
you sealed the door.
You gave me permission
to confirm every possible insecurity.
What’s wrong with me?
Everything.
About the Creator
CJ Raines
I’m CJ. I enjoy writing. It’s how I process, express myself, and use my voice.
It’s a way for me to work through things.
My writing can be honest, a little messy, sometimes beautiful. Kind of like life.
Thanks for reading my work 🩵
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