HARD TIMES


I don't need my heart anymore,
i don't need the pain she gives me.
Wish i could find the door,
which will take me away from me.


I don't need my self anymore.
I don't need the mess she gives me.
Me and her have lost the core
and how i wish i could just be.


Without emotions,thoughts and tears.
Without the dragon that have become my fears.
Being without self and heart,
would be a new kind of living art.


I don't need me anymore.
We have reached a dead end.
What to cry for,what to live for?
When you don't have yourself as a friend?




Poetry by AFRODITE STATHI
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Written on 2020-09-15 at 07:40

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bibek adhikari The PoetBay support member heart!
Dark and beautiful. You had me at the first line: "I don't need my heart anymore." I like it very much.
2020-09-17


jim The PoetBay support member heart!
I always hear your poems as songs. I like the sounds they makes.
2020-09-15


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
There are those who need to know our harts still beet so those others harts can beet on
Ken D
2020-09-15