How can it...A Poem by L4rn13Bizarre...
My happy demeanour,
Deminished. Strong urge to cry, Impossible. Hollow shell exposed, Caring and feelings flailing. Demanding. Why must I? Stop. No more, This inclining nagging in the brain, Endless. Creating more to burden. I know who I am. So why? The inevitable emotion. To care, Also to bear pain. Carry pain. Hollow. Solitude. All down to experience. Acceptance is difficult, Not incapable. But asking for help, Unimaginable. Stop this feeling. Please... No more withdrawing, No more of who I used to be... © 2013 L4rn13 |
StatsAuthorL4rn13Birmingham, United KingdomAboutPoem from a Poet... I shan't befuddle your mind With poems of vampires Or quadruple signs, But rather rhythmful beats. For I am a poet And express through torn seams The stories of the heart,.. more..Writing
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