Because, oh honey,
doesn't it hurt?
To be shown
all that you wanted to see
and then the candle
extinguished.
Doesn't it hurt?
To be kept awake
at night
by the agonizing screams
of your scattered thoughts,
that only you can hear.
Doesn't it hurt?
Doesn't it hurt?
To not have control
over the tales your mind tells you.
To be told every moment,
every minute,
how infinitely worthless
and pathetically stupid
you are.
To be reminded
every day
how irreparably broken you are.
Honey, doesn't it hurt?
~D
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Such Silent Chaos
RomanceAn anthology of poems based on love, and it's affects on people who love wholeheartedly.
