I can speak.
But no longer feel the words slip out of my mouth.
I can cry.
But no longer feel the sadness in my everlasting tears.
I can sleep.
But no longer feel comfort in dreams when I rest my eyes.
I can sing.
But no longer have an evident muse for motivation.
I can love.
But no longer have a heart to allow you to hold.
I can hug.
But no longer feel the warm embrace of which has been intended.
I can breathe.
But no longer see the point or reason to do so.
I am numb.
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My Original Poetry
PoetryHey, there!! I have been writing poetry since I was little. I realized that I have never posted any of it kind of scared of judgement. Some are suicidal from really bad times in my life. Some are happy from the best way times I will ever experience...
