I dont really
know why,
but I'm
holding on.
When an urge
hits,
when I feel
the impact
of this world,
when all I want
is to fall,
when that sad
place
inside of me
tries to get
a grip,
I say no.
I stand up,
I open my eyes
and I put on a smile.
You know,
I suppose
I do it for you.
YOU ARE READING
Unemotional
PoetryThere are times I don't want to get out of bed, simply because I know I wont feel anything anyways. These are poems produced by those days. My third book of poetry.