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.