everything is numb on the inside
nothing feels right anymore
my heart is contained in a tiny box
with bars for walls
were you thinking when you hurt me
i bet not
YOU ARE READING
my happy was you.
Poetryit's poetry. it kinda puts you in your feels like r.h. sin, but some uplifts you. there's also some short stories, if you're into that. there are some trigger warnings, so if TW pops up, you know why (this desc. is probably going to be edited later)
numb
everything is numb on the inside
nothing feels right anymore
my heart is contained in a tiny box
with bars for walls
were you thinking when you hurt me
i bet not
