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where does my rage go
when i bite my lip
til it bleeds
and swallow the heat
rising in my chest.
my world inside
is burning.
where do the tears
that i cannot cry
go to
when my eyes
turn into black pools
my heart is drowning.
is there somewhere
where i am not alone
because my soul
has forgotten
what it feels like
to be held
so that solitude
feels like home.
my mind
has made me forget
what the world can look like
so darkness is my light
and the blood i drink
slides down my throat like water.
where do i go?
About the Creator
Sara
Don’t look for love.
Be love.
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Comments (3)
So raw and honest, as always. This especially stood out to me "is there somewhere where i am not alone because my soul has forgotten what it feels like to be held so that solitude feels like home." So sad. Well written as ever!
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Wow! That was some powerful stuff! Great work!