For Lent I’m just giving up in general
"where ever you go, go with all your heart."
I feel like ripping apart my skin,
and searching for a reason for why
I feel this empty.
Maybe my veins are tangled,
or something is lodged
in my ribcage.
Because it feels like
something inside of me is
missing or broken.
a circular obsession i never wanted but inheritance is accidental