i used to hate it when people called me (relative).
(another relative) broke me using those simple words.
my heart and mind had never shattered so vigorously.
now i am no longer affected by those words,
because those words in which i had always thought had empty meaning,
i become numb to its sad reality.
and fill up this vessel in which i am
with the person that i had despised.
i now congratulate myself on manipulating myself
as i lean back,
and cry.
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My Poems Of Unrest
Poetryif u came across this, hey! these are just some poems I made describing things that i couldn't really describe or say physically, out loud. *WARNING* there is triggering content in these poems (self-harm, depression, anxiety, identity crisis, etc) t...
