forcing myself
not to feel
helps me know
this pain isn't real
simply a beating
in my chest
a heart overdue
a soul without rest
i don't really matter
i'll die when i die
but it still seems cool
to attempt to fly
i don't feel real
i won't eat a thing
i won't treat this body
show a lack of being
no friends no friends
family gone family gone
boyfriend fake , play pretend
sound the gong , sound the gong
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The Pursuit Of • A Poetry Collection
Poetryall my life all my trials pains and heartaches and my goals joys and accomplishments came through a pursuit whether my outcome good or bad the journey is what morphed me into me ••••• started :: October 22 , 2019 completed :: 2020
