Healing Poem by Whitney Jones Olson
Healing
So i pour myself into work because i cannot sleep,
and i pour myself into my cigarettes because i cannot eat.
i pour myself into my emotions because i cannot avoid the sobbing.
i pour myself into twisted novels because i cannot bear to think of love.
i do not watch television because they are happy,
and i do not spend time alone because it makes me feel empty and desperate, which i will not accept.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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