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
                                      
                                          
                                   
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My Unstable Poetry
PoetryA diary of sorts. 2015-2017. A poetry collection of angst, depression, and epiphanies.
 
                                               
                                                  