Disembodied

Location

78612
United States
30° 3' 37.0584" N, 97° 30' 11.0412" W

I find myself at times not knowing how to say that
I’m angry or I’m mad
crying on the inside of my heart because
I don’t know any other way
I close myself off because
I believe and know no one deserves nor needs to put up with me
I cry myself to sleep at night that’s when my spirit’s free
and no one can see the real me
the one who cares what everyone says
the person who cries when their friends cry
within the night when I’m alone in my bed
I cut all ties of feelings from my head and awake disembodied
with my heart in the music box on the dresser
detached of emotional things that’s why I have no pulse and am always cold I lose myself in silence and enjoy the company of my own because me myself and Bri were raised thinking the same things
so we have the same understanding when it comes to feelings and things
it’s not that I don’t enjoy the company of others bread unlike this
but I like the security that with myself I get
I love walking throughout the forest having conversations with the trees because unlike real people they never are judging of me
I don’t have to explain myself whenever I feel to cry
the trees just hold me asking if I’m ok but never asking why just waiting patiently if ever I wish to share

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tinktinkj

this is one of my favorites so i hope you like it??

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