they say
it helps to talk about it
but
how does one
simply hand over their
brain
on a plate
and say
feast
and watch as a complete
stranger
picks it up and
pokes at it,
staring at it in disgust
as the darkness
gushes out,
failing to comprehend
what
the
fuck
you just served them.
~ for once, you didn't leave the table
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men don't cry [Poetry]
Poetry[H.R. #6 - 7. 3. 18] "we wear our emotions like intricately decorated chains strung around our throats and then tuck them into our shirts" *** i sincerely hope you don't relate to any of these poems ~UPDATED DAILY~ 27/12/17 : #611 in Poetry 29/12/1...
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