I can still feel the pain
Exquisite and excruciating
Your rejection made me long for you
As a bird with broken wings watches the migration
I knew you did not feel the same
Every dismissal
A twist of the knife in my gut
An ever bleeding wound
No amount of stitches would join the puckered flesh
It has festered into a putrid mess
And yet;
I come back for more
Twist the knife one more time
So I know I'm still alive.
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Ink & Tears
PoetryThis is a collection of poems that I have written about my struggles with depression, anxiety, love, nature, and the darker aspect of the world that seems to always hammer on my heart. I hope this reaches some of you.
