The sinking feeling in my chest-
how do I explain it?
To the ones that I love,
to the ones that I want,
to the ones that cares enough to ask.
How do you explain it?
When you don't know what it is?
The heavy feeling stays
even if people leave.
The void remains
no matter how many fills in.
The pain survives
even if you don't.
For death is not the end of it all.
The tears fall-
even when you're trying
to get back up.
The wounds still hurt
even when you don't want them to.
And you still care,
even if you say you don't.
~si
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PoetryM O N A C H O P S I S the persistent feeling that you're out of place or don't belong. A collection of poems.
