The affliction of the mind is truly one of the body. For I can not eat, I can not move, can not dream. My joints ache from disuse yet I want to hide away from the world stretching, bending, dancing are things I want to do in theory but in practice, lying in bed is easier. How can I force joy into existence? Or not even joy, but purpose, merely something to halt the inertia? I want to want something beyond sleep and isolation, because I know I truly don't crave that. For why would I crave what would destroy me?
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KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Suffering In Silence |✔|
PuisiA Book Full Of Poems. Someone Is Suffering In Silence. //\\//\\ 𝐒𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 I look at these scissors in my hand. Testing the blades with my fingertips. I poise the sharp blades over my wrist. I slowly push down, swiftly mo...
