When I think of you
I can honestly say
that I'm numb.
Devoid of all solidified emotion
I used to cry,
hurt,
bleed.
But I've bled out.
My heart feels tired,
weighed down with the misery
you put me through.
It washes over me like
a sudden virus,
resembling the sickness in the
pit of your stomach that
lets you know when something is
wrong.
YOU ARE READING
Seeking Solace
Poetry"No One Sane writes a novel" "Now you see What's wrong with me." // Chicklit #366 Miscellaneous poems of a never ending sort.
