I’ve been down lately.
My first thought upon waking has been
” Ahh fuck, here we go again.”
I’m not unhappy.
I’ve grown into my life
and uterus
and I understand it somewhat.
BUT
Some
Fucking
Times
I can’t cope with the emotions.
EMPATHY
It sounds nice.
Like you care.
Focus on the last questioning letter of that word though
Y?
That’s the question of the empath.
Why do we take on other’s feelings?
Why do we recoil at the thought of
being in a crowd
and all those feelings?
Why do we shut down?
And seem not to care?
When all we are doing is caring,
Yet
taking on all of the feelings and
projecting them back
at you.
And there begins the cycle
and I wake up and say
“Ahh fuck, here we go again.”
Soul Scribbling 