Trigger: d*pr*ssion. ab*se. I'm not really sure.
It's like a piece ripped from your soul
Taken slowly and painfully
That you feel every fibre of your skin
Being torn apart as it is taken away
Your bodies helpless to the thief
Who wants to make you hurt and cry
So you let them, because you are at fault
It's your fault
But it's not the pain that hurts
But the lasting numbness
That just won't leave
And when I'm happy it's great
And it's so rare that I am
Because happiness comes in periods
Sometimes I'm happy
But most of the time I'm bitter, and angry
And so numb
And it hurts so much because I cannot feel
Anything else
And I say this time and time again
But it only feels worse as it goes on
More numb, dimming light
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Hopeless Poet
PoetryI write about the world. Her, him, the places of meaning, aggression, compassion, or human nature. TRIGGER WARNING !! some poems talk about s*elf harm and su*cide. Please do not read if you are sensitive to such topics. I will try to put a trigger...
