i always say that i feel nothing.
that my heart has reached its
highest peak and finally learned
how to not
care about even a single thing
in front of me,
when in fact
almost everything that i see
bothers me.
i often tell the world that i feel empty
just so it will stop
asking me.
because it is tiring to
mention all the things
that my soul grieves for.
and it’s easier too,
to just shrug and ignore what
your tongue really wants to say
than to share what burdens you.
you won’t have to
open your mouth to speak,
and exhaust your lips
by explaining
the truth about
what really goes
inside your head.
world, the truth is
i don’t feel empty.
there really are a lot of things
that make me want to
let go of what i fought so hard for,
too many, that i always fail to
pick just one
to open up
because i know that you’ll eventually
get bored
listening to the things that i go through
and walk away too.
and i can’t afford another heartbreak
of being left behind
when all i wanted
was to be heard.
YOU ARE READING
Found This Book Somewhere In The Forest
Poetry"Talk to my soul later midnight, when the moon's at its peak. That's the only way of communication that I know, because my physical lips will stutter if I told you about how I want to tear my human skin apart and go out."
