Dead Inside Poem by Skylark Woodrow
Dead Inside
I don't feel the pain anymore.
Nothing shooting,
Sheering,
Ripping me apart from within.
But it's not because things are better;
It's because I'm finally dead inside.
I've lost the battle,
Fallen comatose to the pain within and the world without.
My spirit has finally hardened into stone,
And I can't feel anything anymore.
I have become nothing.
(2016.9.12)
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