Beneficial to You or to Me?

If I stepped on thin ice, would I fall in the cold water or on my butt?

As I fall into the curious, icy depth of darkness will I feel betrayed or insecure?

I don’t understand how chemicals inside my brain can develop such strong feelings of hatred towards my own skin and bones.

You can be engaging in an enjoyable occasion, yet in a split second, negativity can flood your brain resulting in immense internal pain.

I’m not referring to internal bleeding, or pain which can be seen with machines or by the naked eye.

It’s more of a soul reaching thing that a dog has better chances in understanding than I.

I am so fragile, but there’s not one hint of sensitivity in my blood.

I am sensitive, but not fragile.

I will cry, but not break.

I will break, but never cry.

I’m conflicted in whether I should strike or duck.

Is writing beneficial to me?

Am I still reaching for something I refuse to grab?

As the reader, how is reading this beneficial to you?

Is it calming to be guided or frustrating to not be in the lead?

Come back to this when you’re to deep in thought to choose.

I am not going to tell you what to choose.

I am reminding you why you’re in this position in the first place.

I am not what you expect but I am not a downfall of your expectations.

Breathe. ok?