The only way for me to survive pain is to shut
it all out. Any feeling or affection would only get in the way. If my love
remains, the pain would be too great for me to bear. Better to be cold than
in pain.
What's in store?
Saturday, December 10, 2016
Silence can kill
As
venomous silence followed venomous silence,
poison
spread in her heart;
turning
it black by the second.
Any
affection left was cast out to the darkness.
Labels:
depression,
emotional,
heart,
heartaches,
poetry,
poetryandprose,
sad
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