They think you're fine now, don't they? Every thing must be okay, because you're not crying now. Remember that one time? They held you as you shook with cries, tears spilling over their shirt. You weren't fine then, that was obvious. So they kissed your forehead and told you it would be okay. And they would help you. But you don't cry now. You don't say anything. So you must be fine. You were so upset then, you can't be upset now. They're wrong though. You're not fine now. You just don't cry now. You're not upset, you're empty. You're stronger. That's left you with nothing though. Your sadness was replaced by strength. But what is strength if it takes away all feeling. You're strong because nothing can get to you. That must leave you rather weak though. Because you're alone. Sure, sadness can't get in, but neither can happiness. You can't hate, but you can't love.
They think you're fine now. But they're wrong. You're probably worse.
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Poetry
PoetryI write poems. I decided to post them on here. Why? No reason. Just cuz I can. Maybe someone will like them. Or relate. So um enjoy, I guess :-)
