Unknown

If I could write about what I’m feeling

How it is a vast ocean,

or an unending abyss.

How it drags my heart

to the floor and scratches its way out the door–

Not even with enough strength could open,

nor a light could seep its way in.

How sometimes,

it is I digging my own grave,

and eating all the thorns on roses.

It is I weaving my own skin,

and burning it thread by thread.

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