There is a feeling I hold deep inside of me.
There is a piece of me missing.
There is a part of me growing to be nothing.
A whole part of me breaking to be nothing.
My black heart was thumping with a fear of fear itself.
My feet aching when Im running from my problems.
My eyes hurting from the suppressing of tears.
A fraction of myself left.
Do you know the hurt and pain pushing at my every moment?
Do you understand the shuddering I feel of when I think of any thoughts at all?
Do you hear the screaming that I am bursting with on the inside?
Because I cannot take a single moment more.
That is a part of me I do not show.
That is a piece of me I will not be able to surrender.
That is a feeling I protect with grudges deep inside of me.
A whole part of me that is breaking into nothing.
There is no 'not to be' in this 'to be'.
There is only a place where I need to let go.
There is only people I must let go.
But the question that haunts is daunting...
Must I let myself go?
Must I let myself fall?
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I don't know what exactly I was saying here. I just has to let this off. I know its kind of dark and I must say to my close friends (You know who you are) that its not your fault if I feel like this. I honestly don't know whose fault it is. I just... feel like this. I can't explain it. It truly is Unexplainable.
I must say that I do write what I feel. I write what I feel I need to. Not for attention, not for others, not for even myself... I don't know exactly who or what I do it for. I just need to. Goodnight or Good morning but also Goodbye.
yours truly forever and until death.
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Metrical Composition From A Broken Soul
PoetryPoetry is the way of letting a soul unleash the potential it had or still has but was never able to accomplish in reality. Robert Frost simply stated it as 'A poem starts as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a love sickness'. S...
