i heard you say it,
i heard you say you'd kill me,
do it then, no one cares,
no one's gonna stop you,
nothing's even in your way
hit me, blame me, kill me with your words
the peace was an illusion formed from your denial anyways
it's getting back to the way it was again
the comforting arms of my sadness are there to hold me once again
i never asked to be happy,
just asked for a little less pain
but i guess since even that is too much to ask for
i guess i'll just sit here, silently, and exist
YOU ARE READING
secrets from the lair
Poesíaan anthology of bad poetry, but who cares [the lowercase letters all throughout are intentional, they're not grammatical errors]
