03/10/21
the feeling of deep relief
crawls within my veins
after each session of skin
separation as no tears
shed under the eyes of
sincere numbness, and
while others begged me
for emotion, i stood there,
emotionless.
i can't help it, although
i tried to seep emotion
from my face, from my
body - most of all - yet
there, i lied, with another
statement, like i'm alright,
don't worry. hah, haha.
they laughed with me,
numbly.
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Broken Arteries
Poetry↪ handmade poetry from someone who was once yet oft scarred. status: on-going date started | march.05.2021 date ended |
