This insufferable, suffocating
Ache in my chest
Is driving me to the brink
Of insanity,
How is it that I'm weighing
Everything and nothing
On a corresponding scale?
How am I empty yet heavy
At the same time?
Are my emotions really too
Complexed to differentiate
And that trivial
For even my own heart
To compensate?
~L.Y
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Little overthinking going on in this poem... raise your hand if you tend to overthink.🤚🏼🤚🏼🤚🏼🤚🏼
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Bleeding Poetry
PoetryOur hearts bleed poetry when we fail to speak. So we bleed our emotions on to paper, in the form of words. Our deepest emotions spilled out on a single page and for a moment all we do is feel.
