I breathe pain
and into my blood
it has become me
All these years
of holding on
it doesn’t appear as painful
as it is anymore
And the numbness in me
you see it as coldness
I don’t mind now
being numb or cold
because either way
something in me
has already died
my soul has long gone
and the last thing I worry now
is what you think of me.
Disclaimer: All poems may be or may not be from my own experience. Some are merely from observations. Just chill, don't speculate 😝😝
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