I keep telling the world and myself that I´m fine.
Sad but fine.
Don´t really know if it´s quite like that.
There´s something inside of me that goes to survival mode. Something that tends and tries to shut the pain off, that puts a smile on my face.
I´ve always been grateful for it.
Now I don´t like it at all.
I struggle to allow myself to feel.
Two days since I started bleeding.
Now there´s whole pieces coming out of me.
Your home is falling in pieces out of me.
I was wrong:
eye and uterus can cry at the same time.
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