An empty hole.
The only thing that draws me in is the temptation of feeling.
The drop down will bring force upon my stature.
A feeling I crave.
A feeling I need.
Because I dont feel anything else.
Only the force of the outside world bringing me down.
Falling through the cracks of this broken home.
I no longer with to be tethered here.
I need to be free.
Because everything else is bland.
I felt so much pain that the only feeling left was nothing.
So I'm left to fall; because no one would keep me up.
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Mine
PoetryThe title "Mine" has more thought into it then one may originally anticipate. Though that's common theme in the world of meaning. Calling it "Mine" refers to the hardships I've dealt with in past years. When dealing with that I went though motivatio...
