I hope you suffer for what you had done to me, when i disappear for good you would have to look for me in everyone you meet and realize that its not me. Bruises on the body is nothing compared to the wounds of the heart and the scar of the mind which you caused yet you act as if you're not responsible. Don't you think it is eerily terrifying that there is no sound when a heart breaks? Car accidents end with a bang, falling ends with a thud, even writing makes the scratching sound of pencil against paper. But the sound of a heart breaking is completely silent. Almost as though no one, not even the universe itself could create a sound for such devastation. Almost as though silence is the only way the universe could pay its respect to the sound of a heart falling apart. Yet you do it over and over to me again and again. I wish you could just feel it even for a moment just to understand what it felt like to do what you do.
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The Unwanted Feelings
PoetryIt's about human emotions and thoughts that comes to mind. A place to express ones feelings in words. Warning: may contain depressing things
