I cut off communication with everyone
but I can't quite explain why yet.
For days I asked to be left alone,
but I was already alone before involuntarily.
So what should it matter if I am the one that is unavailable now. Carry on as usual while I fill myself.
No friends. No family. No one to listen. The loneliness.
Remember me? Unfortunately, I'm still here.
Instead of clinging on to hope, waiting for the crumbs of acknowledgement,
saying your crumbs are no longer enough.
And I've finally learn my place with you.
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22 & Learning Poetry Collection: Curiously Beautiful
PoetryBeing vulnerable is one of the scariest things any human being can do; to unfasten the armor reinforced by a lifetime of difficult lessons, strip down to nothing but the fine curves of one's existence, and bare the scars of the soul in the sincerity...
