An empty heart
accompanied by numb veins.
A dull ache
spreads through my brain.
As I sit in the shower,
a heartbeat pounding my ears.
Curled in a ball,
wishing scalding water to erode my fears.
I'm weighed by tears I cannot shed.
My throat aches from invisible screams.
Incredibly heavy, my souls tired.
My existence tearing at the seams.
And I lay curled up,
until the water runs cold.
YOU ARE READING
Nobody Was Meant to See
Poetry[Trigger Warning, please be safe when reading] They aren't supposed to know. They aren't meant to read these poems that I'm writing. I've concealed them for a reason. -Shitty poems about how I feel-
