And it burns like a gin and I like it. Put your hand on my skin and you might ignite it. Hurts but I know how to hide it. Kinda like it….
My pain inflicts. I know how to hide things very well. Ask if I’m ok and I’ll say “I’m fine” or “I guess”. You won’t get a real answer cause it’s hard to trust anyone. I wish I could run away. Hide from it all. Hide from my heart. Being kind and getting used. Loving but never getting loved back. I learn how to love but never how to stop. I get mistreated and used making me reject people and feelings. Which is why I don’t have anyone irl. My life sucks to much. I block it all out. I have pain. I just know how to hide it…
