Rotting teeth,
I'm ashamed to breathe
Unwashed skin,
I'm way too thin
Dirty nails,
No one hears my wails
Bruised knuckles,
My knees buckle
Chapped lips,
My heart's under eclipse
Wet eyes,
I look for highs
Empty bank,
You don't know what I drank
Choked cries,
I lie awake at night
Silent pleas,
Nothing seems to ease
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Author:
Mr. Not (
Offline) - Published: November 2nd, 2022 08:54
- Comment from author about the poem: lots of shit going on, i just need to get my feelings out some way
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
That is one discreet gift and comfort of poetry. I can also relate with much of these lines, many of our physical ailments can disfigure us on the inside. I used to always wear long sleeves even in the heat of the hottest summer because of a damaged self image and actual physical challenges, whether it be weight or skin condition.
im sorry to hear that crypticbard, im glad youre using past tense:)
As I am sorry to hear of torment and agony of the present and forming kind. Hoping here that all is well or getting better there.
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