I'm supposed to feel nothing
Simply exist with soul-wrenching
Nothingness inside me
But the illusion of phycopathy is something I hide behind
Because deep down I feel everything
I burn with the things I shouldn't feel
Sorrow, happiness, anger
Yet.
The wall around my soul still stands
Protection from the
Bands of sorrow
That threatens to squeeze me in
Sometimes feeling nothing
Is better then feeling something
So as a phycopath I stay
unfeeling as a wave
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silent screams
Poetrythe screams of the soul from someone who has suffered loss, pain, and heartbreak. everything we all want to say but never can. for all my wordsmiths, this one is for you. #1 in rhyme #5 in poetry #1 in poetry collection #2 poeticjustice
