I want to crawl under my covers again and again
From the moment I wake up,
Laying in fetal position pretending nothing ever happened
Pretending the weight in my chest does not correspond to the weight of responsibilities on my mind
Knowing I'll never find what I am looking for
Compared to those who get it and still want more and more
But what's wrong with wanting to be happy?
With not wanting to be chained down?
Forced to kneel before propriety
Forced to kneel before the responsibilities of this everyday society...
Apparently, everything.
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Poems from the Hurt
PoetryExcerpts ~~ Numbness creeps into the very veins that refuse to speak for me And yet they still bleed With every puncture Every laceration Everything that is ever forged out of hiding abiding by crippling sensations ~~ Perpetual sadness It hurts And...
