"We understand," they claim.
"But do you?
do you understand tears rolling down your cheeks at 3am?
do you understand permanent sadness?
do you understand the hollow feeling you get when you know you'll always be alone?
do you really think that you understand?"
I exclaim to them.
All they could manage
was a small gulp
as they tore their eyes away
and told themselves that
they understood.
-g.o.t.
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Sad Poems
Poetrymade this because I like sad things. Book one and two are on my profile if you'd like to read them as well + they are shit, k? appreciate you reading, voting, or commenting. «LOWERCASE INTENDED» (a.f. is me, if you're wondering. private message me...
