I have never been one to not feel every emotion that came my way
And when I feel I don't just cry and move on
I ache
My chest fills up with an empty air
that makes it hurt of being filled
The weight of my lungs are enough to drag me under ground
My heart is rocks dropping one by one into my stomach
My organs hit my feet and I look down and see them
I'm feeling too much to pick them up
My eyes are burning and foggy even though my thoughts and confusion are clear
My arms and legs are lead attached to my torso that can't move but wipe the tears and sweat of feeling from my face
When I feel
it's not only a sadness but the heaviest blow to the stomach
a punch that won't heal too easily
My feelings are bruises that are blue and black, thick and deep, and they aren't forgiving like I am
I will forgive and move on,
but my feelings...
not so much
Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 1:18 AM UTC
I have never been one to not feel every emotion that came my way
And when I feel I don't just cry and move on
I ache
My chest fills up with an empty air
that makes it hurt of being filled
The weight of my lungs are enough to drag me under ground
My heart is rocks dropping one by one into my stomach
My organs hit my feet and I look down and see them
I'm feeling too much to pick them up
My eyes are burning and foggy even though my thoughts and confusion are clear
My arms and legs are lead attached to my torso that can't move but wipe the tears and sweat of feeling from my face
When I feel
it's not only a sadness but the heaviest blow to the stomach
a punch that won't heal too easily
My feelings are bruises that are blue and black, thick and deep, and they aren't forgiving like I am
I will forgive and move on,
but my feelings...
not so much
