Fuck being numb
Feeling tidal waves of emotion or nothing
Missing the days where the knuckles were bruised and bloody
Watching blood drip
Feeling the pain
Missing the feelings
Of being around people
Feeling alone in a sea of people
Suffocation in a dark hole of nothing being expected
Wanting more
Wanting change
Scared of death
Scared of living
Constant worry
Constant loneliness
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Poetry for The Fucked up
Puisisomeone once told that I was good at this stuff so I dedicated a whole book to prove them wrong. poems
