Invisible Things

Vanna

INVISIBLE THINGS

Pain is invisible. It doesn't bruise, doesn’t bleed, but lingers like smoke in a room no one notices is burning.

I tried to heal you— never realizing you gifted me the wound.

Guilt is invisible. I can't show it to anyone, but I feel it the weight, the sick feeling in my stomach.

And somehow, I carry the pain you gave me, but yet  I feel guilty for leaving.

  • Author: Vanna (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 27th, 2025 13:29
  • Category: Sad
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  • sorenbarrett

    Conflicting emotions that bash and bruise each other leaving only internal marks. A sad poem with a feeling of pain, regret and anger. Well worded



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