Dark and heavy.
They cannot be lifted.
Light and soft.
Emotions but twisted.
Down in a hole.
Or up in the sky.
Wherever they are.
It's all just a lie.
What you think.
What you feel.
It's not true.
It's not real.
Just close your eyes.
And take a breath.
Then take no more.
And accept death.
Emotions aren't there.
They cannot be defined.
They aren't a certain word.
Just what you feel inside.
So whenever you feel low.
Like you can't live again.
Or whenever you feel angry.
You should just ignore them.
Because emotions aren't real.
They're just inside your heart.
And a heart's not real.
Because one day it won't start.
Whatever starts must end.
So don't bother making a friend.
They'll leave you too one day.
Ignore your emotions; it'll be okay.
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My Poems: The Story of Your Life? [Completed]
Poetry[COMPLETED] My first collection of poetry. There are 50 poems: I hope you enjoy it. It was the story of my life. Is it the story of yours? Cᴏᴘʏʀɪɢʜᴛ © 2013 - InkButterfly