I forgot I was broken.

[EmptySoul]

I don't know why I thought it would be so easy

I forgot the weight of reality

Now I'm looking in the mirror thinking

Bones, bones, bones

Thinking, shouldn't I be happy?

Thinking, god, I wish he was happy

For a little bit, I could've swore I was okay

I just keep forgetting

Keep pretending

That every part of me isn't broken and

Diseased

Twisted and

Bleeding

I tried to forget myself

But I'm still here

And I'm still dying.

 

-E.

[rose2summer]

That's a beautiful poem emptysoul, I can see that you are hurting greatly though. Have you tried keeping a journal about your emotions, because I can see your gradual development of pain in that poem.

[EmptySoul]

Thanks for replying. I keep a journal on xanga.

 

-E.

[yeawutever]

Lovable poem there, is it about someone in particular by the way?

[AnotherBrokenDoll]

I really like it! I can relate to it and i like that

[Daddy Bear]

oh man, do i remember feeling just like that not too long ago! except for the "he" part, i mean.

 

very, very well expressed.

[EmptySoul]

The poem was just about me, and the 'he' is someone I love.

 

-E.

[neva_black_n_white]

denial - half the time its the best emotion going.

 

(or atleast thats my form of "forgetting"

 

i like your poetry. brave and raw.

 

neva

[brando]

I forgot the weight of reality

 

 

great line....

 

i can identify with the pain in this poem.