I don't know,
If I should be happy,
Or cry over it.
Most of all,
I want to cry my eyes out,
But unfortunately,
There is not a single tear,
Willing to run down my cheeks.
You get that feeling?,
Where your heart aches,
So bad,
That you can't breathe properly,
Where you face always has,
A blank expression,
And your eyes,
Fixated on one thing,
Barely moving.
You're alive,
Yet you feel dead inside.
You're just so confused,
About everything,
But once the realisation hits you,
It all comes crashing down on you,
And trust me,
It's the worst feeling ever,
Where you just want to,
Dig your hand deep inside your chest,
And rip your heart out,
And crumble it in your hands,
Until it's no more,
Just so your pain could stop,
Just for your pain to stop.
-r.f.
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Poetry"Why turn depression into suicide when you can turn it into something beautiful like poetry?" . -r.f.
