I found myself feeling guilt from a young age,
guilt at the expense of others around me.
perhaps I was foolish to love so blindly when
all I had received was petty love. the bandage
that shielded me from the truth slowly but surely
began to unfold before me; dried tear stains each
marked against the soft tissue, each telling their own
lament as I desperately tugged at the material. mother
always said that I lived in a world that was so black and white, never had I imagined being so colorblind to the world around me. Everything was muted, the sounds were draining the life from my body. I desperately covered my ears as an attempt to drown everything out. But even then I wasn't able to protect myself from the dangers of the outside world.
they/them. 18+ advanced literate roleplay.
extremely selective replies, but not opposed to friendships. autistic and incredibly horrible at replies.
- JoinedDecember 13, 2017