Untitled Iii Poem by Christopher Cofield
Untitled Iii
There are no more tears inside of me to show just how I feel.
The pain cuts like a knife, it drains my soul of its life’s blood.
Still I go on. Why?
Your kind words can't help and you don't know what I feel.
I believe you understand but you can't know what I feel.
I don't want to be and I don't have the guts to do anything about it.
So I sit and sulk and live.
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