That numbness of the pain,
Still is there every day of my life,
Turning over and over about itself,
Contained and far away.
But lately,
More and more,
I feel it creeping back,
Growing bigger.
Maybe it because I have started to fear it.
Afraid to let it take me over again.
I tell myself,
"I'm happy."
But looking in the mirror they all sound so small.
So unimportant and unreal.
Sometimes it cracks the protective shell,
That I placed around me to keep me safe.
This my worst hell,
And for some reason, you keep calling it,
The slow steps of recovery.
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The Damning Of My Poet Soul
PoetryAnd all it took was one neat paragraph in pen. Enjoy some small teen me starting from like 2016 to like idk late 2018 I think early2019 I'm doing some rereading and retitling cuz numbers idk Thank you readers for over 4k reads. like is it good tho...
