I'm so bored of this.
I've gone quiet.
I've lost my violence.
Tired of the people and their opinions.
If i go to sleep and don't wake up will it please them?
I don't rhyme, i'm fat, i'm a bitch.
I go through the motions of watching their words.
I know i don't care but the nagging makes me go crazy.
They think it's a fucking game.
Do they find it okay to be the reason for another person's hurt?
They claim to be the good but only show bad.
They band together hand in hand.
There are no more hiding places.
I stay in the open to their eyes.
Why hide myself from them when they claim to already know me.
So i'll just stay silent.
I'll forget but the time will always pass.
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♥︎ A Life of Poetry ♥︎
Poetry⚠️Mentions of Self Harm and other such triggering topics are predominant in this writing. ⚠️ All of the writings under this cover will be cringe poetry that will touch upon my feelings and such throughout my personal experiences. All that I ask is...
