I feel so exposed.
I feel so vulnerable.
Torn open,
Picked apart,
Carelessly being peiced together
But peices are missing still.
Tired, waiting til judgement day,
The day where it's going to be so intimate,
Where I am going to be judged.
What if they judge me the wrong way?
What if It was my fault?
Stupid doubts, I know it was wrong.
I just can't seem to believe I am not to blame.
But I know it wasn't my fault - You don't need to tell me that.
I long to punish myself, but I am scared of how far I will go;
I am already feeling so intamately exposed that I don't want any more of my life being examined, so If I don't think I can risk acting upon my thoughts at the moment.
The time isnt right.
Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock.
Time will go on.
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