I am hurt and I am empty
You tell every sorrow to me
Scream your agony in my ear
And when I'm upset
Say you don't care
I'm not your verbal punching bag
Knock me down and try to drag
My body to your self made hell
So I listen
While you tell
Tell me every little thing
Guilt trip until I can't breathe
But don't you ever say to me
How are you
As a pleasantry
You couldn't even hear me through
Then say your here, I can talk to you
You could not care less, truly
Because I'm
Your human diary
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoésieA poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language. These are generally morbid poems for people who are generally morbid, or maybe just taking a small step into the shadow realm. This is a trigger zone. I don't own t...
