She
Feels
Good.
Better than she has in a long time.
But she knows the monster is still there.
It's resting before its big blow.
She
Feels
Fine.
Not the best, but she doesn't mind.
She's content.
She doesn't mind the ache in her throat.
She
Feels
Panic.
She feels the monster stirring.
She tries to make herself happy,
But she can't stop anticipating the monster's awakening.
She
Feels
Sick.
They tell her she doesn't need to be sad;
She doesn't feels sad.
She feels like she's dying.
She
Feels
Empty.
She hurt is gone -
But the rock in her stomach remains.
She's weighed down in her movements.
She
Feels
Pointless.
She doesn't see why living is such a big deal
When death would be so much easier.
She jumps off the top of her workplace.
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A.N. sorry the ending is so abrupt I didn't know how to end it I might just take out the last stanza idk what I'm doing aaaaAaAAaaaAh
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I feel grey. || poem book
PoesieA bunch of trash emo poems because I'm an edgy piece of shit. This is by far the cringiest poem book I have, just know that. Sad, depressing poems. Cool.
