I admit that I can't stop sinking deeper into my vices.
OCD, workaholism, compulsion,
keeping the real world away at an arm's length
where it can't hurt me anymore.

I can't unlearn after all those years in hell,
never forgetting what I went through,
welts and scars that fester just beneath the surface
as a permanent reminder of what I'll never let go of again.

Never make yourself vulnerable,
and you'll never get hurt
as you live in your self-established bubble of true love being an illusion

In`su*la"tion (?), n.

1.

The act of insulating, or the state of being insulated; detachment from other objects; isolation.

2. (Elec. & Thermotics)

The act of separating a body from others by nonconductors, so as to prevent the transfer of electricity or of heat; also, the state of a body so separated.

 

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In`su*la"tion, n.

The material or substance used in insulating.

 

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