Weak
My body is weak.
My heart is weak.
Yet I keep putting myself through all this pain, this heartache.
For what?
I'm just getting weaker.
My body won't hold out much longer.
My mind has already faded away.
Seamlessly, nothingness is calling.
My mind was weak.
Constantly screaming.
It finally gave up, just like my heart will.
My hearts weak.
It makes me feel numb.
If only I had cared less,
been less weak.
Then maybe, I would still be me.
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Inside My Head -Short poems
PoetryCome, fellow readers, and writers. Take a seat, pour a cup of your favorite drink, sit back, relax and delve deep into the corners of this poetry collection. Including; Sonnets, Couplets, free verse and short, this book will have a variety to choose...
