Something inside me has cracked,
like half my soul is not there,
somewhere else with someone new.
I feel normal but I'm not,
almost like I'm drifting away.
I can feel the pang in my chest and the burn marks on my skin from the touching ,
but when I look down there's nothing there.
YOU ARE READING
the depths of my despair
PoetryYin & Yang . The good ,The bad. A balance between the two. This is the dark finding it's light through the depths of despair.
