squishy

i cry easily. it's the one thing i really dislike about myself. you can hurt me all you want but the moment you start bleeding, i'll be the first running towards you with bandage and alcohol. because i don't believe bad people exist. i believe there are people who are brave enough to respond to fear in kindness borne of love, and those who others call "bad" who are actually those who respond to fear in fear instead. people who use the iron fist because brutality is the only truth their childhoods have ever known. people who scream because they feel their voice isn't being heard, or worth hearing. people who need to bruise and beat me up because they're in fact beating the parts inside themselves they cannot heal. so it doesn't really matter if you've hurt me in the past. thank you for existing in this world. perhaps our paths crossed because my blood could ease the pain inside your heart in that moment in time, and just in case it did and wounding me gave you peace - even for a moment? i am happy. i only pray we all find the courage to heal and finally forgive ourselves for being human - for needing to be seen, for needing to be heard, for needing to be embraced, and held, and ultimately... ...for needing to be loved. 20260512