After doing something incredibly stupid as a symptom of my inner suffering, they ask me in exasperation and confusion:
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"What were you thinking?"
I was thinking that I was hurting. I was thinking that I couldn't take it any more. I was hoping that you would notice me. I was praying that you would hear me over the screaming of my silence. I was crying over everything I've lost and which knows where I am but doesn't want to be found. I was thinking that maybe, this time, just this once, it would be enough for you to remember that I exist.
YOU ARE READING
Bits and Pieces of a Damaged But Not Broken Mind
PoetryCompletely raw, unfiltered, real, emotion. At times so raw, it seems inhumane. But, what if, these writings are the essence of every person's core, yet no one can admit it? These writings are all parts of my soul. They are completely subjective, ver...
