Flipping soaked
She hemorrhages pain.
It splashes alive into my soul,
Running in through my ears and brain,
Please God make it stop
Or make my soul less porous
So that I could swim through the world
Unfazed, a potent paragon
Of bold, sunny, cold perfection
If it would be a bad swap,
If empathy is such rich gold
And I should ache till I am old,
Then show me how to soldier on
But you should know this;
I hate it.