And every time it occurred
My heart chipped
And those pieces traveled throughout me
They would cause damage
And that's why I was crying
Not because it hurt me mentally
But because those pieces of my heart
The sharp pieces
Jagged edges
Would nick veins
There was no other explanation for my emotions
Soon later I realized
Both
It does both
These situations hurt me
Mentally
Physically
They drown me
I can't take one breath of air
Its not allowed
I couldn't speak of it
It was not allowed
It had been so long since I'd hurt in silence
I never remembered this to be how it felt.
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To Be loved or To Be Lonely
PoetryA collection of poems that flow straight from my thoughts to this "paper", but also a collection of love and hope and loss and worry. Read if you are confused or lost or lonely or loved, just read.
