Wall
By: Kiana O.
i feel empty and sore
dejected and ugly
stiflingly implored
breathing is heavy
i feel troubled and stupid
my mouth full of lies
it burns like acid
silent pitiful cries
i feel nothing and everything
ice cold down my spine
to desperation i cling
mouth closed shut to opine
i feel silly and high
no nothing is wrong
deciding underlined
by where i belong
i don't feel, i won't
best remain dazed
seclusion is adamant
refusing to be fazed
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S A N I T Y
Poetrypiece by piece our skin will tear our hearts will burn our love affair where do we go when "lost" is the only thing we can grasp? let blood bleed and ink spill.
