None of it was real.
My smile was practiced
in a mirror.
My lines repeated
to others ears.
I felt no spark,
no feeling,
no vigor.
It was all for my pleasure to watch
you break down.
You'll never understand
what I do for fun.
But it's never enough.
I'm always so tired,
I can't fall asleep at night,
the fear I may never wake up
consumes me.
the large amount of empty
pill bottles
pile up.
My mind can't comprehend
why or how
you can fall for someone.
Scrape your knees so deep,
you scar.
I've tried for years,
the weight of my questions
never lift off of my mind.
I'm bruised and it's everyone's fault.
I'll slowly bruise you too.
-H.I
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PoetryA collection of poems that helped me get on with life, and even repress urges that may or may not have led to difficult memories to forget. Here's a poetry book dedicated to the dedicated. And to myself. I hope you learn from your actions, and do...
