My brother mocks the blade I choose,
"Oh look, it's just another emo bitch, but as my sister," he spews.
I just wanted to feel something, a pain to call my own,
In a world so cold and empty, where I'm always alone.
His words cut deeper than the blade in my hand,
Leaving scars on my soul, hard to withstand.
I sought a way to feel, to escape the numb inside,
But now I'm just a joke, nowhere to hide.
I wanted to feel something, to break through the ice,
But now I'm left with wounds and a heart paying the price.
My brother's taunts echo, a relentless, cruel refrain,
And I'm just trying to survive, to endure this endless pain.
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My Emotions & Feelings (poetry)
PoesíaHello, I do not write to appease, I write as a venting method, Therapy per say.
