Do you ever lay in bed
With tears running down your face
But you're fine?
Everything is ok.
Because I have.
Because I do.
It's so strange.
What are these tears for?
I'm not mad.
I'm not sad.
No one has died.
No one was born.
It's not a special time.
It's not a dark time.
I'm just...numb
And these tears are freeing.
I'm just staring at a wall
With tears running down my face.
They have no purpose.
They have no place.
They're just...there.
Maybe to remind me I'm alive?
Maybe to tell me, it'll be all right?
I don't know.
All I know
Is I feel empty
And these tears
Are just here.
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A Collection of Poems
PoetryHello! This book is filled with my poems! I used to have them mixed with my short stories, but for organizations sake, I decided to split them into their own books. Enjoy! This is updated spontaneously, so don't expect regular posts.
