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Sayonara
- Apr 25, 2024
- 152
I don't understand why, when someone tries to get close to me, I begin to suffer. I feel an irrepressible urge to pull away, as if the approach of others is a wound that opens within me. When people talk, whether in real life or online, a wave of anxiety consumes me. I remain silent, unable to say anything, just wishing that the conversation would end, that the weight would disappear. I am so distant from my friends, so far from myself. The only company I have left are the blades, which momentarily ease my torment. I pay with blood the price of a brief relief.