being emotionally broken is just as bad as any other illness or maybe even worse it kills you daily and it gives you the feeling of loneliness the discomfort of being different and not being able to handle anything else before you snap not being able to verbally explain how you feel and most of the times you don't even know it yourself you find comfort in the tears you shed at 3am the blade across your wrist and you become so numb but with so much emotions at the same time you find yourself screaming at a wall or simply staring at it you suddenly understand how truly beautiful the color black is or how the rain understands you in so many ways you start to see with different eyes you look at their souls rather then how they physically are and in the time you realize that you are indeed in a world with humans but no humanity.
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Broken
PoésieThis is just a few poems I wrote that maybe some of you can relate to sorry if they are bad I'm not used to posting my any of my writing
