When you become a teenager,when you start to grow up,a realization begins.
The realization that every thing ends and the world is not as nice as it seems.
I realized this long ago,too young to realize such things but I did.
A child hood ended too soon a heart broken too young.
A body ruined too early in life.
This isn't living.
Yes I experience emotions but most of the time I am dead.
I believe in two kinds of death.
First there is physical death where you're body stops functioning and everything shuts down.
Second emotional death.
You experience so many horrible things and emotions that eventually you give up and become numb.
The second is why I am dead and the first isn't looking so bad either
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Poetry of the soul
PoezjaA soul is precious.it speaks a thousand words. Thanks to brooklynthedwarf &sophaloaf_13 for encouraging me to post my poetry and telling me that it is actually worth while.
