My throat is sore,
From holding in my sobs,
From breathing so hard,
From barely speaking.
My eyes sting,
From the tears I've cried,
From keeping them in all day.
I've cried in other people's arms,
Felt their love and care,
Because I'm letting go.
This is how it feels,
After doing this now twice.
I don't know how I'll handle it,
The third time,
The fourth time.
This is how it aches,
Pulls at your heart,
Rips at your brain,
This is how it hurts,
And all of us will feel it one day,
Or another.
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Just A Mess
PoetryI'm not too sure as to what this is, but I often get bored and lost in my thoughts, so why not write them out? As I wrote I created poetic sentences, lines and phrases. So, I hope they can be enjoyed despite their mainly heavy topics. This book cove...
