Exeunt.
I dump my salary into wishing wells
Praying for something better
Suppressing the sadness within me as it swells
The pool in my chest getting wetter and wetter
I promise I was broken in real good as a child
Hit over the head with Grief in all of Her forms
Untangle my mental tresses, let Her run wild
Until She doesn’t want to leave me anymore
There’s only so many tears you can choose not to cry
Until you give up emotions completely:
Extinguish the fiery hurt, let the vulnerability run dry
Thou shalt neglect thyself discreetly.
by: Laura DeLuca