I can't control it anymore. My emotions. They're everywhere. I can't grasp their fleeing tails any longer. It's all released into a chaotic mess. Sometimes I try but that only makes them all get bundled up into a ball of disaster.
So I leave it. I let them go. Let myself go. Allow myself to get mad, but why? Sad, but why? Annoyed, but why? Upset...but why? Why can't I keep it in anymore? Why is it coming out? Why does it have to come out? It only creates a mess for others to have to sweep up. My broken pieces. They're everywhere. Every single piece in the pocket of someone. Someone who has hurt me once before, has taken a piece of me. From my public jar that read, "I'm already broken, do it more, and you get s free piece of my broken heart". Ha. Yes. And they do. They hurt me more and they take more pieces. Soon I'll have nothing of myself left. But will that even matter anymore? I believe it stopped mattering long before. I've already lost myself.
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Short "poems" by me
PoetryThis'll just be some short things I've wrote. Many will cover multiple emotions and situations for people. These are written by me, please do not steal anything from these.
