Unhealthy Emotions
I keep my feelings incarcerated, locked behind bars. And when it comes to emotions they might as well be Mars. Or some Faraway planet, never explored. I mean who needs in emotions and what are they for. I just don't understand, maybe I'm just dumb but when it comes to emotions I think I'd rather stay numb. I don't need to feel, I'd rather not hurt. Because when it comes down to it, I've been treated like dirt. I've been walked all over, more than once. And to feel that way again is not what I want. So when it comes to emotions, they're more like thoughts. Thoughts inside a bottle, locked away in a box. So let's open the box and see what it contains. Let's spill the bottle as it slowly drains, it's absorbed by paper, exposed thru ink. So these are my feelings, now tell me what do you think? They've been so long gone, buried deep. So long dead, like something extinct. So long hidden and completely on purpose. I just burry them deeper, each time they resurface. So I don't feel my feelings and I ignore my emotions. Most times I don't notice as my situation worsens. And if you're a good judge of character, you can see for yourself. That I consider my emotions to be bad for my health. But as unhealthy as that may seem, I don't hurt anymore. So somebody please tell me what emotions are for.
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