Am I too sensitive or are you just insensitive?

I feel that both is true.

You poke at the same wound that I showed you once.

I'm vulnerable around you and you don't care enough.

My heart aches. I feel like a dead, walking flesh

With buzzing ears, blurry vision and a heavy head.

You sometimes make me regret that you know me too well.

It makes me furious how much your behavior dictates my emotions.

If my brain is a thought machine, my heart is a melancholy factory.

I thought I was in control. I thought I was steady but

I've really only just been falling apart ever since the beginning.