daggers and bones.

I think the reason why I hate taking the subway to therapy is because I feel so bare and naked, with nerves as thin as paper and open, gushing wounds and shit.

I feel like I’d catch fire as soon as someone dared to touch me but on the inside I’m shivering, my blood frozen in my veins.

Hot and cold.

Never boring, never an in between.

Never in balance. Always right on the edge, always nearly tipping over.

Extremes dominating my life in every possible way.

Always looking calm while a storm rages inside of me, a violent beast trying to rip its way through my thick skin, yelling, screaming, roaring.

“Excuse me, I have to get off here.

Thank you!”