I'm sad again.
I thought it was getting better.
Apparently not.
My stomach hurts all the time.
But that's nothing
Compared to the way my heart hurts.
I am desperate to be free.
Happy, careless.
But that will never come to pass.
Because, you see,
I like the pain.
It's better than feeling nothing.
At least, that's what I tell myself.
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Poems from the Right Brain
PoetrySome silly, some not. Some lighthearted, some littered with thought. Some passionate, some numb. Some so clever, some outright dumb. Some more cautious, some bursting with tears. Some revealing memories, some unveiling my fears. So here's my heart...
