Why is it so hard to get people to see you
They only want to harm or over succeed you
They pretend to love and care
Hoping for your despair.
When people ask how your are
They're intentions are far
From the desire to ensure you are okay
As they are deep on their way
To hoping that your problems drown you
That way, they like to
Pretend they're sad when you're gone
When they knew all along
That they provided the bullets
To your gun,
Enjoying the fun
Of it taking your life
Knowing they've won.
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The Night Sky is in Her Veins
Poetry// s o n d e r \\ - "the realisation that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own" Life can be dark, cold and lonely. Feeling betrayed, misunderstood, chewed up and spat out by the world, its when I get sonder, that I...