If this was a wrestling match, I'd have tapped out for a break already.
Emotionally, I feel on edge constantly.
Physically, I feel too weak for words.
Mentally, I feel headstrong and accomplished without the accomplished bit. I feel fine mentally, besides wanting to pull a middle finger to everyone and anyone for not giving a shit about others.
For being selfish. Why do I feel like I am the only person who reaches out to others. Yes, everyone has their own shit to worry about, but Jesus Christ. Not even asking how are you?
It's no wonder nobody has parties or reunions or even video chats anymore. Or perhaps everyone around me is having them, but I'm being excluded. Like the weird kid from school you always thought was annoying. The one you never got to know who someday, somewhere will have a life of his own you'll always wonder about.
Perhaps, you should've asked him 'How are you?'
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Poems of a Broken Man
PoesíaHere you will find short examples of poetry, from me, a broken man. I'm not as broken as others, but as a writer, one of the most creative and vulnerable things you can be is broken. If you have one take away from these, please make it this; Check u...
