Have you ever felt so lonely
that you start licking love off a knife?
I do.
It cuts,
and I still don't stop.
Because at least then,
I feel something.
I know it isn't love.
I know it's pain.
But sometimes,
they feel the same.
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Trapped in my own head
PoetryShe is an outcast. She finds it easier to express what she feels in the form of writing. Whether it is poems, letters or long texts. These are poems that she writes trying to describe how it feels to live with certain mental health issues, in a worl...
