my soul folded into a million pieces
all of my emotions stuck between the creases
my heart is only held together by torn strings
barely sewn together held at the seams
dare not let another soul into mine
convince them all that i'm just fine
pretend my hurt heart has no scars
my heart imprisoned behind bars
i know my soul is completely torn
the glue holding it together is beyond worn
the strings on my heart are worn and old
falling apart my heart to uphold
how can my soul teach me to feel
when it has no idea about whats real
and how can my heart know whats best
when it's judgement is clouded by my chest
this soul has caused so much pain
everything you made me feel completely in vain
this heart has bleed for no one who earned it
every piece falling away slowly bit by bit
i'm done with feeling from either of you
i'll go back to not feeling just like i'm used to.
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up to me
Poetryrandom thought processes and works developed when i wasn't inspired. writing when you're inspired causes a belief that work is better than it is. i write whenever i feel. and these are the outcomes of those feelings. enjoy if you wish! critique is...
