I had it good when I was blind.
now I worry all the time. my life makes me sick and sometimes I wonder if maybe I could just peel it off, tug at the icy layer, and let it out to dry.
maybe it will make amends, figure it's shit out, and come back to find me.
fitting me perfectly like a glove.
I was moderately collapsing, the puncture in my heart turning into a serious wound, a vein just starting to hemorrhage as if suffering is all I will ever be.
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Screaming Into The Void
Poetry#1 in poetry :) #1 in free verse :) Have you ever felt like it was the end? Like today was just a bad day? That no matter how many times you believe that something can happen that it just might not? That no one gives a damn at all? That all you do...
