Poem -
Against the Wall
love is a punishment for something i couldve done, or undone.
if i only knew where to begin, i could finish me and go peacefully into that last good sleep.
if only in the eyes of a wayward masachist do i scream, then so be it. could i be blamed for what happened next? do i rot while waiting for the next sensitive feeling? how long can i bang my head against these concrete thoughts? do i have to suffer on in these silent screams?
why should i be the one to wake up one day waiting forever?
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Thank you! I try to unlock the feeling and share the details with the world. To put people into the moment. Its a kind of way to make people actually feel what im saying completely. Or I try anyways.