Dead Poem by Nichole Herrin
Dead
I may look alive.
But inside, I'm
Dead.
They think I'm alive
but I'm just drowning
even dead,
I'm drowning and keep going deeper
and deeper into that
black pit
that is where
my heart used to be.
No one can see
what's really going on
because I've become an
expert at hiding it.
I've become an expert
at hiding what I'm
truly feeling
If there is any feeling there.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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