Thursday, June 19, 2014

POETRY IV

Poetry. I found a thin voice. Suppressed. Feable and unsure. Hello. Hello. I've been screaming. Why haven't you listened? And all those emotions I learned to hide. To forget their meaning. To forget what hurt feels like. I felt. Tears. I remembered. How easy it is to cry. I never cried after awhile. Forgot how. It hurt to cry when I started again. Like my chest would collapse if I felt it too much. 

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