By: Natasha
A tear rolled down my cheek. Thinking. That's what brought this. I can't think every time I do it hurts me. But it's worth it. The tears show I'm not totally lost. I have a switch I can turn on and off. The days it's off, I feel nothing. I'm numb. I like it it's like morphine numbing yet exhilarating. And I don't want it to stop. But days like today are the days that make me hate it. The days a tear is shed. It's not that I'm sad it's that I have so many tears I can't hold them all in so they leak some days. It leaves me exhausted and annoyed. But I blow it off and continue through the pain. But I don't dare turn it back on.
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PoetryPoems that I and friends I know wrote. We are not professionals but the poems are ones that have inspired me and my friends. I have permission from the authors of these poems. Please do not use them for stupidity and childishness. Ask permission fr...
