It's not a sudden experience.
It's gradual .
It sneaks up on you ,
like a predator would it's prey.
One day it all becomes to much and
something changes inside.
It switches off;
Your compulsory urges,I mean.
Suddenly your tear ducts are broken taps,
That occasionally leak.
But the broken taps are just the beginning,
Because those taps lead to pipes.
Hollow and empty,
No more overwhelming sadness...just that dull drip of emotion.
I miss it,you know?
Feeling my emotions bristling up like a dam ready to burst.
But one day the sadness dissipated and along with it,
The happiness was closed off to.
It was a blessing at first,
Not having to deal.
But really, blessing are curses,
Wrapped up in pretty misconceptions.
Now all I want is to feel the overwhelming pain again,
Not this blank expressionless existence.
I'm tried of living life like a audience member...having no real connection to the plot.
I'm tried of being numb.
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Paper Heart Poetry
PoetryThey don't prepare you for these feelings when you're a kid. ●●● Pain in the shape of words because human emotion is a powerful source of inspiration. Revel in the contradictions. Swim in the salty depths of grief. Climb the mountains of sorrow. Re...
