I look at you and it's hard,
I really thought that we could get far.
Filling my body with poison
Til I'm weighing heavy in tar.
You're so misunderstood
Seeing the dim light of your eyes
Staring back at me,
I really with that you could
See how far you can go
But that voice in your head
Tells you what you already know,
Life has no meaning.
No one cares that you're screaming.
I always thought there was more.
Reaching to the sky for wealth,
But it's hard,
When I hate myself.
Your voice doesn't make a sound.
You can't get your thoughts aloud.
It makes me sad,
I used to be so proud.
But staring at you in this mirror,
With those eyes, every time
Dimmer and dimmer.
I wish you were good to your health.
But it's hard when I hate myself.
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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...