writing these words help,
but how long until i tire of these pages
that i have been using
as substitutions
for human contact?
these pages don't talk back,
but they have no choice
other than to stay loyal to me alone.
and that is more than i could ask of anyone
because humans don't deserve my trust.
YOU ARE READING
penny for your thoughts
Poetryit's hard to explain the incomprehensible and overwhelming emotion, and lack of emotion, that I've been bearing for so long on my own. you can't fathom the inability to move, speak, eat, think, or even see clearly in this time of irregularity. all I...
