Dear Diary,
how can you be a human being and not be in touch with your feelings?
isn't that just a skeleton?
a mere pile of bones.
They throw their stones and stones
Destroying homes among homes
Because they refuse to reap what they sew
Or clap at their famous babies show.
i bleed empathy and feelings
you drip midnight screamings
how could i be so lost
what is this worth,
at what cost?
I yield my sword as you smirk
A small pen against a big jerk
Sure, to you this won't hurt
But now you're beneath the dirt
You can cry and scream
I am no longer on your team
you've ripped my last seam
ignited my best scheme
Beneath the ground lay the-
skeleton of a man that could never be-
anything but a mere pile of bones.
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Letters From The Unhealed - POETRY
PoetryLetters to the ones I love, the ones I used to love, and the ones I haven't loved yet. From an unhealed soul. Letters from the Unhealed explores my personal young adult journey through poetry. Ever since the day I turned 18 the world seemed to hav...
