I pushed from the blound that held my heart constricted.
I brought forth the constraints that held me there, only to banish them into my own hidden hell.
But my own hidden hell now released upon myself.
For the millionth time I quit pushing on.
I allow myself space from those who will never understand.
Nothing let's me forget nor forgive.
Seeing and hearing are two different things, my head bound in mindless thoughts along with actions.
Forever I suppose my heart shall remain hidden, sitting alone.
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From The Heart
PoetryDo you know the times when you want to say something, but can't? Or the times when you are sad and need someone to give you a hug? The times your worst enemy hugs your boyfriend? Or the times you are so angry you punch a locker and have to pay to ge...
