I'm at a point,
I don't care anymore.
Everything's crumbling apart,
and I'm crying on the floor.
I'm numb,
I'm neither happy nor sad.
And when I think I'm getting better,
everything cracks and it gets bad.
I'm scared to be happy,
if that means I forget.
The way I used to smile,
and the way I used to laugh.
I don't feel anything,
I just don't care.
I'm like a mist,
being swept into the air.
There's this numbness,
gnawing under my skin.
Reminding me of this war,
and telling me I won't win.
I give up,
there's nothing left for me.
I'm going to pull the trigger,
and set my soul free.
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Beautiful Tragedies: Poems
PoetryHere, I write my own poems. These are my own creation and I hope you enjoy them. Some may be sad, some may be happy. It will be a mix of emotions. All I know is that this book will be a beautiful tragedy.
