Thought Not Full
Sitting trying to say sorry to the person who you hurt the most
or listening to the person who hurt me the most trying to say sorry
The broken me
Fiercely hating empathy
Psychosis my medication
Wishing the part that feels the felts
was disbanded and castaway on desolate sand
Deserted the pest
unclench the fist
Emotions i resist
Copyright © Christopher Quigley | Year Posted 2018
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