numbA Poem by CourtneyThere is nothing left inside of me. when I felt too full, I wish I felt less. Now I feel less than less. A kind of less that makes me wish I felt anything. Pain, anger, anxiety, anything. There is nothing left inside of me.
© 2017 Courtney |
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