I'm in the water
I am disheveled
Look at my hand It's so
Amusing..
Alone feeling but not really
Feeling ..
Living but not alive I'm so easily
Intranc....
Callous emotionally unfeeling
But still living breathing
Being ..
LOOK AT ME!
Every bit deceiving
My body is leading a story of emotion in Motion..
Implicating a different cover feeling
Being..
They try to expedite my intentions
My Reasons
Anything but pleasing
But no! my friends only see
Norma.......
Vehement but yet I Digress
Repressed
All my feelings
So they can't know how I feel
But I don't know
How to show how to know
Drowning..
In all my feelings and my confusion In my head..
I can drown in the deep end for years
I reach out my hand
The only thing my peers
Can do is to pass me rocks
From the shallow end
No longer a heist to just
Pretend ..
Stoned until rock bottom
And here
I stay
No breath
No motion
Just death ..
But at least they can claim
I went down me
When all I knew was pain
But people still claim to have knew me
But even I
Didn't know myself......
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PoetryGives insight and inspiration on a new look into life that one might see a story in a something so small and so irrelevant Please The read it will change your life.
