Category : Poems

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It took me thousands of sleepless nights
To realize that she didn't care about my life.  
And the funny part is, 
That I still breathe without her lungs. 

 I had to write hundreds of sheets,
 So I could get it out of my head.  
Although I should admit,
That she was the only one who touched 
The deepest parts of myself. 

 Always following her steps,
 I came to a place where everything is so dense.
 My lungs became infected 
From all the lies she tells me.  

I see my body, 
But I can't touch it.
I listen to my heartbeat
 But I can't fix it.  

Only those who have gone
 Through the same pain, 
Can understand,
What kind of pain I have to endure.