That's what my being has become,
Seeping out slowly with less and less
words
My anger stabbing me in the back,
Sadness covering me like a kidnappers
sack
Joy controlling me with strings that
have snapped
My mouth breathes them out
But emotionless means numb
and with numbness I'm slowly dying
YOU ARE READING
My Unstable Poetry
PoetryA diary of sorts. 2015-2017. A poetry collection of angst, depression, and epiphanies.
