The pain is not getting out...
I need something to pull on it, make me feel
This steel that is cemented up inside of me, I need someone to start the peel...
Something...someone...please make me real...
Whatever it is that is dead inside of me is getting rotten
Don't look me in my eyes and say it's nothing
It reeks, it stinks...
You see it in the way I behave.
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Real Emotions, Raw Poetry
PoetryThis is just a book that will capture some poems that speak truth. Scream relatable emotions
