For some reason,
I can't explain why I don't feel.
I guess I can simply say
Nothing really got the chance to heal.
While my head was trying to
Wrap around everything,
My heart was still
Lingering.
Now that I think on it,
The time wasn't right for me.
But what do I know?
The good memories are the only things that aren't fuzzy.
I drown myself with my own
Anxiety.
I come to conclusions that lead me to think I just don't have a place in
Society.
Music and memories twirl until
Something new is born.
A creature that can't feel,
A being that can't seem to mourn.
Feel like I should be hurt,
Wounded.
But I don't know what does,
Stupid.
Wounded by the troubles of past,
Or wounded by my own decisions?
Wish I could relive it all a couple times to look over
And then choose the best revision.
I really just want to be finished,
Done.
Apathy towards everything.
Apathy towards everyone.
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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
