Blind To My Emotions

Bleeding on the floor is not only part of action movies. A pill takes me nowhere, but makes my heart’s beats go crazy. I stare at my hands and I see how my veins are popping out under my skin and blood is about to burst up. A cradle of pain is wrapping my lusty body, but that’s nothing.

That’s nothing. Nothing hurts more than the wretchedness of being lousy and of doubting the one I love. How could I’ve doubted us? How could I’ve doubted you?...