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Jun 2013
numb
i live here
a hidey-hole
all my own.
i pull out the blankets
over my scars.
immerse my mind
in fake realities.
saturate my pain
in vicarious compassion.
pull the curtains,
so i cannot see.
the jagged holes you ripped from me.
after i got dumped like a *******, i went into complete Supernatural fangirl mode, and watched all the series, every night, for two months.  i found immense comfort in the brother's compassion for each other, something i had been deprived of for a long time.
Written by
adele horn
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