Descriptions can be rather difficult. Especially when you can't see it, but rather feel it. The description I plan to give, is how I feel right now. My dog ran away and I'm very upset.
My lungs feel encaged, like I should be able to breathe, but I'm unable to. My heart feels as if it's been pulled, scratched, hit, burned. It feels like there is a careful incision on my neck, that my voice has fallen out of. And it hurts so much. My head feels similar to that of a detached head. Not intact with my body, not intact with those around me. I feel strangely hyper. And strangely tired. No in between, no breaks. I feel alone. No one comprehends just how sad I'm feeling. He was my everything. And now he has died a painful death of hypothermia, hunger, and fear. I feel as if I should go the same way he did. I feel the urge to lay in the snow, wearing thin clothing, and stay there. I feel like I shouldn't eat, and let myself die as he did. He made me feel alive. He was the only thing that understood me. He was the only consistent thing in my life. And now he has left me, to be alone yet again.
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My poems, And Random Stuff
RandomI am a soldier. I am the one that is always on the battlefield. With scratch marks, and bruises. I try to carry on, I try to see the light. I reach for my guns, to try and abolish the enemy. The ones that want me dead. But I can't anymore. I've bee...
