Watch me break,
with every step I take.
Watch me cry,
while I die.
Scream at me!
But dont you dare listen to me.
Whisper those words to me.
The words holding the fiery pain, to me.
Don't let me breath!
Dont let me see!
Cover them eyes!
What a sigh!
Ask me what happened,
but don't care enough to expect an answer.
As my tears are dried and the sickness spreads like cancer.
Now ask the dead!
Now care for the dead!
Now bring back the dead!
Now watch the dead,
as it will never come back.
Here I sit
With a heart as stone
Wearing my crown
And eyes empty
Like my throne
The dead doesn't cry.
A stone heart doesn't feel.
Empty eyes tell no lies.
Just as an empty throne is not full of regrets.
My love letter you recieved,
teared it up like a leaf,
making me grieve.
Only once did I grieve for myself and selfishly so.
Now,
My last letter you will receive,
I do no longer believe,
Nor will I be deceived.
Watch me: Broken.
Because with every step it's a token.
Watch me try,
because I no longer can cry,
while I die.
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«𝑺𝒂𝒅 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒆»
PoetryH̸o̸n̸e̸s̸t̸l̸y̸ I̸ d̸o̸n̸'t̸ e̸v̸e̸n̸ k̸n̸o̸w̸ a̸n̸y̸m̸o̸r̸e̸ m̸a̸n̸ Ranking 《#3 hatemyself》 《#10 lovemyself》 《#11 tired》
