She makes me want to kill myself.
She makes me want to scream.
I hate her with every fiber of my being but really...
I don't hate her at all.
I love herYet she still makes me want to die
You have something I could only long for
Something I dream about
Something my heart yearns for
Something i might die withoutThe freedom
The money
The loveIs it fair you get it all.
Is it fair you experience it all
Is it fair that I'm banging on a glass wall between the two of us crying for you to let me into your world
Is that really fucking fair?
No.But how would you know all this because what I show you isn't what I feel.
On the other side of that wall you look at me and love me like I love you because I do
You deserve it all.
But is it really fair?
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The observations of an observer
PoezjaSitting and observing, seeing and hearing, noticing but not judging. These are my observations.