you say you love me
god forbid me, but it sounds like a lie
because your actions speak the opposite
you don't care if i cry, because i cry too much and too often
and you think it's tiresome to deal with
i've felt so alone and helpless, endlessly crying behind your back
i felt like the tears would never stop
but they did
because i feel so disconnected from everything and everyone now
and that is a bliss
all the suffering you inflicted on me,
i can now control
because i feel no more
i was so sick of crying
this is honestly so nice
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secrets from the lair
Poetryan anthology of bad poetry, but who cares [the lowercase letters all throughout are intentional, they're not grammatical errors]