There's sensitive skin. And then there's skin sensitive from shaffing. There are sensitive people who allow their feelings to be hurt by any little thing. And then there are feelings that have been bashed in repeatedly. My heart is scraped raw from you dragging it on the ground behind you. Carelessly or maliciously? I don't know.
Like a toddler tossing aside a toy that was once a favourite, but who is now infuriated at merely being reminded of its existence.
What a confusing experience: the icy shock of a burning slap. The lightheaded sensation of sinking heart. Choking on tears while silent screams ring through my head.
My heart breaks so loudly and echos through my hollow gut. But still you don't notice.
And that's why I always wonder. Am I just over sensitive?
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