I still hurt
I still cry
Not as often
But I still do
The pain’s still there
And sometimes,
The cut seems to be getting wider
Draining out even more of me
I lose my self
Like a whole half of me
I lose myself
And I can never get me back
A grave lies somewhere
It’s stillness an irony
A body and a half lay under
In a solid casket.
A body and a half
in a solid casket
Only one body is visible
‘Cause the other is me.
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Just Life
PoetryLife. The things we go through The thoughts that go through our heads The hurt, The pain, The laughter, The tears, and The smiles. It's just life. It's just every single day. What somebody goes through. What another does. It's... ...Just Life
