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Euphoria
The pain never disappeared,
you'll see, give it time to bleed.
My skin will boil again in red,
my insides will bottle it all up,
the things I never ever said.
Cause I just can't get over it,
cause I just can't find peace,
cause it's just stained in me,
my memories won't let me be,
and I can't really find relief.
If I write, the pain still stays.
Poems can only help so far.
When I'm inside my head,
I know I'll be putting fires off.
Thinking about my mistakes,
about everything gone bad.
Feels like I play games daily,
in my head switching emotions,
trying to see if I can heal but,
not finding the conclusion,
the euphoria moment where,
everything fits together well.
© dats_poetry
you'll see, give it time to bleed.
My skin will boil again in red,
my insides will bottle it all up,
the things I never ever said.
Cause I just can't get over it,
cause I just can't find peace,
cause it's just stained in me,
my memories won't let me be,
and I can't really find relief.
If I write, the pain still stays.
Poems can only help so far.
When I'm inside my head,
I know I'll be putting fires off.
Thinking about my mistakes,
about everything gone bad.
Feels like I play games daily,
in my head switching emotions,
trying to see if I can heal but,
not finding the conclusion,
the euphoria moment where,
everything fits together well.
© dats_poetry
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