Emotionless
Yea, that special type of feel.
Numb, the vibe that makes you not want to eat a meal.
Thoughts, the ones that make everything else do what they need to do but let me take the time to heal.
Mornings
Yea, time of day that is the best.
Nights, the only times I can't close my eyes and rest.
Midnight, time of the morning that my demons come back and lay some heavy weight right on my chest.
Bliss.
Yea, the short happiness burst.
Depression, always letting that bliss come and toy with me first.
Madness, the excitement of thinking of something and wishing it happen but laughing when the outcome get reversed.
Windows.
Yea, them glass cold panes.
Hopeless, the dark presence of something pouring but realizing it's just rain.
Bond, the type of friendship that makes you seem inseparable to others but your really crying in your own chains.
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The Welting Chess Board
Poetryjust a collection of quick thoughts with some long term emotions |(letter)| = certain people it's made out to btw read a bit and enjoy
