You know what's funny?
Our parents,
They think we need help,
Of course, that's right.
The say we should go to a therapist,
They don't even understand,
We need them to understand,
We need their therapy.
We cry every night,
We try to search for guidance,
Ended up getting it from strangers,
That they said we shouldn't have met.
Their neglect,
The tears that we spilled,
Locked in our hearts,
Why do we love them still?
When they suddenly say,
We don't love them,
Or else why would we do this or that,
And deep down our hearts shatter at those words.
They find us lifeless,
And start to cry
Why though?
They didn't try to keep us alive.
The autopsy came back,
There were no weapons used?
No organs damaged,
Everyone looked surprised.
Turns out she was tired,
Last night in her sleep,
She felt so at peace,
And said yes to fading away.
Not a second thought,
No one to come back to,
Someone to go to,
People that care.
They knelt and they regretted,
But that doesn't matter now, does it?
They broke us,
And therefore, there was no repair.
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A Universe Of Mystery✧
PoetryThe second book for: My Book Of Poetry I hope you enjoyed my last book and that this book will as fun(ish), better and even enjoyable than my last. If you're reading this book first, then I hope you love/like it. This book may include triggers such...
