heartache
Is this how it feels
Like your heart is slowing ripping away
Your mind slowly shutting down
Everything getting blurred
No longer able to hear
Breathing gets labor
It's like I'm falling into a never ending pit
And no one seems to care ...
Is this how it feels
Too be tossed out
Like last night dinner
Forgotten about
left for the starving to pick over
Then discarded once again
And left to rot in the sun
Never again shall I be loved
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I am a slave to society for they do not see me only the color of my skin and whom I've came to be, harboring my feelings inside i find that poetry is the one thing that can help release my pain all the hurt that i have built up flows from my hands to my pen to my paper and this is why i write...
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