"your pain means
nothing to us
if you can not find a
poetic way to justify it.
your suffering and your blood
sweat and tears are
nothing to us
if you can not tell us
why you feel that way"i do not know why i feel this way.
i do not know why my brain thinks
sometimes
i am damaged and dying.
i do not know why i do not want to
touch people
or see people
or know people.
i do not know why my eyes find comfort
in fire
or why they find fear in liquid
or why my lips take their homes
between my teeth.
i do not know why i am sad.
why i am sad.
why; i can not justify.must mean i am not as sad
as i make myself out to be.r.k.
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Meathead Monologue
PoetryI wanted everyone and everything; all the time and all at once. [volume ii] [poetry and prose] [2017-2019]