Tuesday, March 8, 2017 (A Poem)

Tuesday, March 8, 2017

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I try to breath

I gasp for air

Grasp for something to hold on to

Happy for a moment

Broken for a week.

Short highs and long lows

Dragged underneath and held down

Until the air is all but gone.

Shunned from my home.

Treated as the villain

All because you couldn’t look in the mirror.

I have no words for the pain I feel

To say my hearts been ripped out of my chest, isn't enough

To say that I feel empty, means nothing

It’s like I sit wide awake,

In a type of dissociative state

While someone destroys every good thing In my life.

It’s cruel

It’s uncontrollable.

It’s slow.

I took it all,

But we were all cruel.

You, who act all high and mighty

You, who were supposed to be the adult.

You are no saint.