i had forgotten
how much
it never hurts
to feel better,
how complete
it feels
to be empty.
i had forgotten
how it feels
to truly sleep,
to wake up empty,
to rip yourself to shreds
as if living
could never hurt enough.
YOU ARE READING
Shattered Reflections
Poetry"There was a moment in my life when I could not tell the difference between a window and a mirror. I could look into both and see everything but myself." Rudy Francisco, Helium - Windows and Mirrors A diary of sorts, to help me to remember.
