Can't even look myself
On the mirror,
Without absences of stinging pain
Running slowly-deeply in every vein
Of my rock-like body.
I changed, and
I hate this change.
I am not proud, and
I am not happy.
Guilty.
I can't able myself
To feel what should be felt
To this eventful, yet
Confusingly unknown
To acknowledge.
I'm sinking.
Should I leave this body?
Could I still find the lost me?
Already.
Currently gasping
Below the coldest-deepest ocean
Of my self-made misery.
- Gal
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Life Tenses
PoesieLife tenses her sanity. Countless emotions ramble her felicity, with shuffling games of vibrant memories and fantasies, gamboling her inner child loaded with innocence and misery. Buckle your ken up! Random serial scenes arriving;
