I can't breathe, the painfully slow compressing depression, boxing me in.
You crush me with the weight of your words.
I try to appear unfazed, emotionless, but I'm internally weeping.
That sorrowful feeling slowing creeping into my heart, as my brain tries to run from the isolated tension.
My vision is blured, as a river of tears streams down my face.
I have felt enough pain.
I have shed enough salty tears to fill an empty ocean.
But it is what it is and its the painful truth of reality.
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Dirty Petals
Poeziefree verse poetry, well mostly free verse. I don't usually go by any poetic devises at least not purposely. I just go with the flow. I write my feelings on paper but in this situation on my touchscreen or my laptop keys. I write poetry ALOT but that...
