Sink

Your words and thoughts
Bitter, as I swallow them down.
They cut me from within;
Wounds on my chest and neck.
I begin hating each square inch
Of my pale skin.

Bad bad bad
No one will love you
The way you want to be loved.

Cracks appear on people
And relationships of years
And memories.
Sunshine and wind of
Time and distance and lost love
Erode me.

Millions of rocks sit on my chest
Heavy, daunting, familiar.
Maybe, tonight
I’ll finally sink in
The depth of my darkness.

~insight07

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