why do you
tear apart your body
as you crave for something new
as if blood and tears and pain
will birth a different you?
why do you
go the farthest mile
as you test how long you'll last
as if starving, lying, buying
will prove you are not glass?
why do you
force back open memories
as you grasp for something real
as if trauma, your fuckin trauma
will, at last, make you feel?
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Poems of the lost
PoetryHere are some random poems I write when I feel like it. I hope you enjoy. p.s. the cover image isn't mine
