All The Smae

All The Same

Already;

scratching for a secret,

she pulls hair out

by the ends.

Self-examination

in a semiconscious state,

reeling in the enormity

of the empathy

she does not find.

Twisting

counterclockwise.

She knows how to hurt people,

she knows how to hurt herself,

as if there were a difference.

All the same in milk.

And so what

if it really doesn’t matter,

she thinks it does.

Everything does.

She disappears again

down the hole,

never looking back

or wanting too.

Breaking at the bottom

and learning to breathe. 

Reviews

[khalid]

so sad poem but at the same time very nice to read. it reflects so much pain as well as missing the one we love, i like the words picking you have done. that is really nice interesting work...thank you