Written May 2000
In the heat of the night
I feel so cold; empty
Hallowed up inside
Feels like crying endlessly
But my eyes are dark and dry
Wide but tired
My weary soul aches
At the center of me
I feel like a living dead
In a lonely tomb
And I can't tell why
I feel this way
Almost everyday
My head wants to burst
I am having an internal hemorrhage
Because my heart bleeds nonstop
And I feel like I wanted to drown
In my own blood
I won't feel death anyway
Because I've grown numb.
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PARTS OF MYSELF
PoetryPoems written long ago, When internet was still boring, When the TV was broken, When I was still a virgin-- on the ways of the world mentally; physically; And words were my only friends.
