I wish I was as emotionless as I pretend to be, oh how peaceful it would be to not feel anything for anyone, to be able to leave people and places without memories haunting me down in the form of tears and agony. To be free of attachment that always ends up in disappointment.
If only I could wipe my own mind clean and forget about all the people who have hurt me, all the people who were a mistake. A big mistake that still stains me to this day, engraved so deep in me that nothing I do allows me to ignore the ache.
I'm too youthful to be feeling this burdened by old heartbreak and fake moments that make me smile a second before the tears start to rain. The grey cloud that feeds on misery occasionally visits me to remind me of everything that suffocates my heart.
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Emotional Torture.
PoetryCollection of poems and pieces written about daily struggles and tackling big world problems from the eyes of a teenager. Warning: Some chapters might be triggering. Triggers include: Suicide Eating disorder Self harm
