I cannot fathom to explain the tiredness I feel, and so I'll try my best to write it down in words, hoping to release its energy from my fingertips.
Every bone in my body is wrenched, the achingness seeping through its every crevice.
My eyes are weary and dull, tired of holding its shine. And though my shoulders are already slooped, I still try my best to smile.
But this is what society has made us to be, robots inside the flesh of human bodies. We are mechanisms hiding under men - yet they do not understand: robots wear down as well.
And so the rust in my arms I must have to feel, in order to say that I'm a human still.
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Stardust
PoetryStardust (n.) - For we are all specks in this world full of lost souls and broken hearts. - In which a young, ink-stained girl, talks about the thoughts that haunts her. --x full synopsis inside. immerse yourself in an uncanny girl's deep ocean of t...
