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Sudden snakes in my brain
what a waste are my inaudible cries
mental welts I give myself
because I made you leave
now you hate me
fuck my life
it's all just too hard to believe.
--
Inaudibly I crumble and fall
into the dirt
don't bury me, just leave me here
dead inside, inert.
I died the day you left me
I'd never felt so hurt.
--
Hope in the shape of Zoloft
just isn't doing the trick.
I read our chats over and over,
seeing the flogging thud of failure,
knowing how much I lost
leaves me feeling sick.
--
You said I was toxic, maybe that's true,
I only know I've never loved anyone
the way I love you.
My mental mosh pit, my hodgepodge mind
i feel so much, but I'll never say
and the snakes in my brain will
probably never go away.
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Thanks for reading! - Sam
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Sam Harty is a poet of raw truth and quiet rebellion. Author of Lost Love Volumes I & II and The Lost Little Series, her work confronts heartbreak, trauma, and survival with fierce honesty and lyrical depth. Where to find me
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This is so sad. Great poem, but… sad.