Jessica Paulin

Jessica Paulin Apr 2018

The hollow.
The sound of my paining voice bounces off the walls of an empty void like like echoes in a cavern.

I speak but it falls on busy ears.
Their eyes and
Their minds and
Their hearts in three different places.

I truly believe you can feel a heart breaking.

The glass is half full but its filled with poison.

I laugh with myself
I cry with myself
I lie to myself it's all going to be ok.

Jessica Paulin Apr 2018

I wanted a ******* cake

At what age did you feel I didn't need, or deserve the pleasure of feeling special
At what time did your giving a **** run out of quarters
Why is it always me that has to crane and strain to pat myself
on the back
Somehow my extra effort makes your lack there of worse
And it ******* hurts.

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