Hopeless.
Absolute static.
Relentless nothingness.
An unholy need for meaning,
For something to grab onto.
For love, for loss, for anything
"ANYTHING !"
"No,breath."
In.
Out.
"Keep it together."
Manic disbelief has caused blistering, unforgiving rage.
Scars the result,the reminders.
"God!Why?"
Why did it always turn out like this?
The merciless laughter of fate rings in her ears.
Her sanity must be a play thing for the Man in charge.
He tosses out new emotional turmoils like morning newspapers.
"Ignore me,I'm just being silly."
Her facade a sticky, sickely sham.
She was never going to learn,was she?
That she could be more than now.
More than the soul-consuming never.
She was a when,
a could be...
a one day.
"Right?"
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Paper Heart Poetry
PoetryThey don't prepare you for these feelings when you're a kid. ●●● Pain in the shape of words because human emotion is a powerful source of inspiration. Revel in the contradictions. Swim in the salty depths of grief. Climb the mountains of sorrow. Re...
