My chest aches, burns,
screams for help,
I cut it out,
I bleed out,
and smile
no more pain, love
its the same thing
My chest is empty, quiet
I stuff myself with rocks,
I jump, and let myself sink
all the way to the bottom with all of the other broken things.
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Anora (Pseudonym) (
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Comments5
Well written and expressed Great write
This really speaks to me. Love it!
Well done, I could feel the emotion through the words!
Very good emotive write. May your rocks soon be spilled out and you come up from the depths of despair into a world of love.
This piece touched me in a deeply personal way and for that i thank you.
Thank you for taking the time to read <3
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