From every pore
Until there is no more
longs to be squelched
There is nothing left
Rotting on the floor
There is nothing more
Filed under Poems
I am nothing if I am not me. I am nothing anyways.
I don’t like that you’re feeling this way, but it does make an emotional impact as a poem, which is why I liked it.
You are something. Your cries will be heard. Your voice will scream its pain and be heard, and you will keep existing. You are not trapped in that silence. It may feel like it, it may seem like it, but there is a way out, and you will get to it. <3<3<3
Thank you. I hope to find that way out soon xx
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