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Psyche May 2020
Sometimes I hear my own heartbeat
It’s gets too loud, it’s hard to ignore
I thought, ‘maybe it’s trying to say something’
So I listen softly, listen gently
But there’s nothing but the repeating sound
Much like my thoughts in bed at night
They’re particularly loud,
But I can’t make sense of it at all
Psyche May 2020
Remember when you were young?
The only hurt you felt was when you scraped your knee
When crying does not have to be silenced
Then you can laugh at the silly little things

Remember when it was easier to breath?
When there was no weight set upon your heart
The only heaviness there is the bag upon your back
And your heart is not burdened by any sadness or guilt
Psyche May 2020
Sky
I’ve always loved staring at the stars
It’s one of the times I can hold my head high
I wish I was one with the sky
Then looking down would’ve made much more sense
Psyche May 2020
I wish I could take the sadness out from me. It sometimes feels too heavy to carry which makes me wonder, if I can touch it, would it be the size of my palm or would it be so **** enormous to affect me so immensely? Would it be the size of a pea and its weight is just a mere illusion that I conjured up which eventually became a reality? If I was cut open would it show how much sadness was wallowed within me? Would my insides be as ugly as my outward appearance? Would it be full of scars like my skin is from my desperate attempt to empty away the thing that eats away my entire being? I’m extremely curious how large this hole inside me is that it can make me do things.

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