The Part of me

 


The part of me:

I've made peace with the part of me that suffers without making any noise.
The part that secretly breaks on the floor but gathers itself immediately so as to not let people know.
The part that never asks for help as it chokes slowly in a crowded room at 1 p.m. in the afternoon.
The part that can't stop noticing details.
The part that stopped complaining about the scars and happily swallows other people's sufferings.
The part of me that hates .
The part of me that giggles when ,I can't cry.
The part of me that gets excited over small details.
The part of me that bleeds everyday.
The part of me that loves isolation
The part of me that hates me .

The one that curiously watches a bucket being filled for my loved ones but not mine.

The  part of me  that burns.
The part of me that is separated.
The part of me that don't forgive others and myself too.
The part of me that wants love that I give and not get back .
The part of me that cries because it's weak.
The part of me that can't love conditional
The part that desperately wants to be loved, but refuses to ask for it.
The part of me that ,doesn't like the part of me.
The part of me that misses people that hurt me always. 

The part of me that still  love people who inhumanized me. 

The part of me that loves chaos .
The part of me that loves from a distance. 

I am the other  part of me ,the other part of me is part of me .it is what makes me Human.

Aune❤️✍️

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