Tender (Anxiety and Therapy)

Her silence leaves me alone with my own thoughts,
which are currently my worst enemy.
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I just want to curl up and die.

I feel tender, and not like a flower.
Tender, but not like a love story.
A deep cut left weeping in the cold wind.
I've picked at scabs until they left scars
now the doctor wants to cut out the tissue
(like the hard lump in my throat)
to let it heal correctly this time.
He said from now on
it shouldn't hurt in the cold.
I hope he is right,
but in the moment
I just want to curl up and cry
tenderly.