(January 3rd,2023)
I wonder if they can sense my loneliness sometimes
How it fills up the room with malice
How I enter my home with the walls still refusing to echo back at me
How the same ones I've surrounded myself with as a safety blanket are the same ones
I want to light a match too
Sometimes I wonder if I hide it too well
How my smiling face dips the second they look away
How their laughs fill my ears and make me forget that for a second the room is filled with laughter but somehow it never echoes back to me
How would they know that when I go home I have no one to report back too but the shrines I've built
How my kitchen walls know every word I've ever screamed
How my socks have felt my teeth clench more times then my teeth have grinded
My loneliness likes to point blame and it's always me
I've buried myself long before I'll ever have a headstone
And my loneliness has engraved it
Sometimes I wish that loneliness would leave
Like everyone else...
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Your Struggles is What Creates Your Depth
PoesíaA collection of poetry,and random thoughts written when I was struggling to find my way.
