What is this called...?
when everything around you appears fastforwarding yet your motionless?
What is this called...?
when your room's dark and yet your laying lifelessly gazing at the tinted ceiling?
What is this called...?
when your chest feels like its been hollowed out and there is no sign of a pulse?
What is this called..?
when all the memories of her makes you think the same thing time after time 'why? '
What is this called..?
When your stomache is heavy and all that is in it is bile?
I really dont care to know what this is called..
i just want it to stop..
Sometimes things are better left unsaid.. I love this poem has a lot of meaning put into it.. Please take the time to view some of my poems thank you so much...especially check out my poem 'everyone turns away' i would love to see what you think on that thank you..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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