Poetry~ - Hurt (sorta vent)

Hurt (sorta vent)

Aug 11, 2018

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You ask me why I’m not happy,

You ask me why I’m crying,

If you don’t want to read me being sappy,

Then don’t bother asking me if I’m lying.

Theyve robbed me of almost everything.

My friends,

Their joyous things,

I only have four people that matter most still without cut ends,

But they won’t last will they? You’ll take them away too.

Youve made my eyes blank and I’m just a mere puppet to you.

Isn’t that right?

Dont try to cover it up, accusing me of giving the fright.

Blessed are the nights I’m finally alone,

The non-screaming, non-judgemental silence I hone.

It’s…worryfull really,

To be caught in the trap of sorrow then shot straight on the train of euphoria eagerly.

I don’t even have opinions, as they are prohibited to them.

All I’m allowed to do is stay back, listen, speak when needed or swallow my phlegm.

Because I’m just a kid who doesn’t understand how human life works.

That’s what I am to them, isn’t it? Believing is just another one of my quirks.

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