&&.
i no longer see the brightness in my life but everything seemed coated with darkness. i no longer hear my heart beating but my mind's already wilding. i no longer feel the love of my lover and his words no longer have its power. i no longer feel the warmth when i am under the sun and no longer do the things they usually call 'fun'.
if someone would ask me 'why', maybe i couldn't utter any word and just cry. my existence doesn't make me feel existing anymore and i just wished to be hurt, please hurt me more.
my eyes no longer release tears and death is already out in the list of my fears. my hands no longer bring care and tender in one's life and it only wanna hold a sharp knife. my heart no longer beat fast, is this a sign that stabbing is a must?
i no longer do nor feel the things from my past and i no longer pretend that i am wearing a mask because everything may be so unclear but at least in myself, my feelings are turning real.
real but i have nothing to feel.
YOU ARE READING
Proses with its Roses
PoetryWe all have pain inside us, inside those softhearted yet tough hearts and it's on us on how to express it, how to ease it, and how to control it. Painters grab their brushes to express. Singers grab their microphones to express. Dancers grab their s...
