Faceless monsters are calling me names:
Their words are like blades -
They wound my soft skin's surface deeply,
Or like a hand hacks its way through my chest,
Grabs my heart and pulls it out
Breaks it and puts it back.
I could scream and shout,
But not a letter leaves my throat -
I'll leave myself a mental note,
Quote: I'm better without them!
But why can't I leave them behind?
Why are they on my mind?
It's something personal,
Like codependency.
- Author: anna_noday ( Offline)
- Published: November 23rd, 2021 01:45
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 18
Comments1
'Why are they on my mind?'
be weary:
its murky, deciphering
between our 'learnt' bad habits
and our 'own' nature's, bad habits...
see, we are perfectly fine
walking alone, in life
its only when someone
stands by our side, matches
us step for step, and then
exits - abruptly, inevitably
we realise, there's a sense of emptiness
by our side...
(good read, thanks for sharing)
Thanks for reading it:)
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