Torn

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
I wrote this piece in despite of bad emotions, I hope you enjoy.

Submitted: October 21, 2019

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Submitted: October 21, 2019

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It hurts.

The hard lump in my throat that won't go away. The tears that betray me that fall from behind my eyes. The tormenting words that tease and taunt me. 

Time. 

The time that I don't have, the sand of the hourglass falling through my fingers, seeping through every pore.

I am one but no one. Act, to make me seem kind, only if they knew what I really was like.

Opinions passed quicker than a second, not giving me a time of day.

Looks to hide true looks to hide drama to hide stress to prevent drama to prevent stress.

I want to be taken and drift to where no one will care about anything.

Life, the useless name with a useless existence. Here yesterday, gone tomorrow.

Days pass, the planet dies. 
Useless.

That's what I am.

That's what I'll always be. 

Another useless human being to this messed up world.

 


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