When past was still around,
it was like delight was found.
When present started laughing at me, obnoxiously,
the cracks of my heart spread,
leaving me all bloody.
Fall from grace ;
all the way from cloud nine to the ground.
Maybe this is my place,
smashed on the concrete, wrecked my neck, shattered my heart.
Guts spilling around, metallic taste in my mouth,
physically present but mind absent.
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Poetry"I dont know what it is like to not have deep emotions. Even when I feel nothing, I feel it completely. " - Sylvia Plath [I am a begginer. I am in no way a professional writer. I wanted to share these to get genuine criticism and ma...
