Thursday, January 7, 2010

P

Tears burn tracks on my cheeks
Now I know I won't find sleep
That stupid word cuts deeper than the sharpest of knives
It isn't true
I can't see how any part of me can be connected to that stupid word
Maybe I'm losing my mind because every time I hear it
My composure slips
Frustration beats at my stomach, pain gets stuck thick in my throat and regret stings at my eyes All the things this so called word means
Lost me the most precious of things

You


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2 comments:

SOC said...

Pride. Hmmm

it was not pride it was a temporary shift to thinking not feeling.

SOC said...

well done.