One of my poems! :3

This is my first blog post!! rather nervous to share one of my poems, I usually show my friends but never posted any at all. ANYWAYZ! here it is, it does have a bit of a heavy topic?? I think? but just to make sure viewer discretion... is advised..

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Evaporating, raining, sitting and cycling. Drying, crying, rotting and again.

My troubles seem like the surface of a puddle, small and shallow but once you put your foot on it, its gaping and swallows you whole.

I am a book that people see the cover, the scars. Read the back, the short story. Never learn my whole tale to tell. I am not a small childs book, I am the painting hidden in the basement that has curves, dents and stains.

My emotions come in rain, thunder and huge waves. Although I have been drained I only feel in small droplets, people have squeezed my emotions out of me and only left the dark scary ones.

Breathing, crying, hitting, nothing.

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, Sunday.

Repeat?

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The poem is about a few things, how sometimes I feel nothing and then everything, how people will only have surface level relationships with me never bothering to learn who the real me is and how humans will work until the end. I hope you enjoyed it and if you didnt totally fine! not your cup of tea and that perfectly okay. :3