pitys poison:
dont look at me with those hollow eyes,
like im some fragile thing youll try to disguise.
your pity is poison, it drips from your lips.
every glance, every word, just tightening the grip.
you think i need saving?
think i need your hand?
ive crawled through hell,
you cant understand.
your sympathy is worthless, your care a charade,
i dont need your help. i dont need to be saved.
i fucking hate the way you stare at my skin,
as if the scars are some story you think you can spin.
you didnt know? oh, now you “care”?
where the fuck were you when i was gasping for air?
keep your surprise, your shock, your fake grief,
all it does is fill me with murderous relief.
that i dont need you, never needed your lies,
your pity is a sickness that i despise.
it festers inside, like a venomous snake,
your well-meaning bullshit, a smile thats fake.
i built myself up from the shattered, the torn,
ill burn your pity, like pages forlorn.
i loathe it, it digs deep into my core,
your pity is the thing that i hate even more.
than the scars, the past, or the battles i fight.
its your condescending, sanctimonious light.
you see my damage and act so damn kind,
but i see the smugness you're trying to hide.
dont fucking pretend like you know who i am,
dont dare assume youre part of the plan.
your pity is a curse i never asked for,
a poison i never needed.
i made it this far, ill make it through more.
alone, without you, without your deceit,
your pity can burn at the soles of my feet.
YOU ARE READING
poetry
Poetrytrigger warning. dont expect you to read this, words are simply that. just words. but if you do i hope you enjoy 👍 and if you relate to any of these, im so sorry. (all of these are original and written by me unless its said otherwise) might also in...
