#depressant
I'm incapable of feeling feelings,
but that's okay.
these feelings are feelings
I have to pay,
what more can I say?
when feelings are allowed to feel,
that's when it's harder to heal,
my emotions are now sealed,
it'll never be concealed.
I can't feel happy,
even when days ain't ******
I can't feel sad,
even when everything goes bad;
I can't feel love,
even when I can see doves;
I can't feel feelings,
this is what I'm dealing.
Jun 21, 2019
Jun 21, 2019 at 11:45 AM UTC
My stomach is a lake of red wine and pills that are supposed to make me feel better about my life.
They didn't.
My hands vibrate and clench themselves into fists that are sometimes full of my own hair.
My eyes are heavy and decorated by deep purple half circles from lack of sleep.
But
Sometimes my stomach is filled with butterflies,
and I silently hope they don't drown.
Occasionally my hands are in another pair of hands.
They're held like a prize.
Some nights my eyelids are kissed lightly to sleep.
My pupils dilate from the drugs,
and from that boy's love.
The white circles I swallowed every morning are supposed to make me feel better about life,
but I don't think any scientist, pharmacist, doctor
ever once anticipated the thought of another human being like him.
Mar 25, 2015
Mar 25, 2015 at 2:46 PM UTC