POEM – THIS THING
Smiling to myself as i torture myself a tiny bit more today.
Delve into all things that remind me of yesterday.
So beautiful and sweet was what it was.
May I now please be released from my cause.
The weight in my heart is unbearable.
The hidden screams are no longer repressible.
Each memory slices deeper into my core.
Teasing me as the razor sharp cuts in more.
My “perfect” life acts as long sleeves to hide my scar.
So I can wake up tomorrow and wear the smiling avatar.
Although I hate feeling this thing.
Better to feel this thing than nothing.
Poem by me @sugaroc
Painting by @andreabengeart