November 13th, 2023
I wonder when the pain will stop lingering beneath my skin.
Consistently messing up, requiring too much, giving too little.
I want to remove myself from my heart and from my mind.
The hope like a quicksand just waiting to suffocate me.
My life at a standstill as my fate is juggled between hands.
Not yet knowing which side it's going to land on; never feeling the peace.
My heart squeezing every time your hand touches my skin,
Loving yet despising the feelings it brings.
Forever knowing that it will never be the same,
I'm stuck in a dream that will never be.
My own hand too busy writing every single ending.
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Chaotically Organized
PoetryWelcome to my chaotic mind, expressed in free verse poetry that just down right sucks, however it is the process of expression and finding myself. From healing, to pain, to falling down again, to hoping to find myself. Chaotically organized and sh...
