I guess you stop seeing them as human
When you get used to your mothers screams
It's easier for us to ignore the monster in the other room and focus on what we can control
Brothers and sister alike
Turn a blind eye to his crimes
Will anyone question the madness?
Will anyone here grow a heart?
It's easier to not feel sick when you pretend that they're just collections of bionic parts.
I guess it helps me not be human
To shut my eyes and cover my ears
Close my door and go back to bed
Or turn her away with her pleas for help
No one bothers to question the obvious
No one ever stands up to the beast
In this house they always brainwashed us
Now we use that to pretend we can't see
And sometimes I feel a little sick
Thinking of them as people who feel
I'm disgusted by my apathy
That I can switch on when it gets too real
A normal person would care
A normal person would help
A normal person wouldn't write poetry
Or try to use this as my key out of hell
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Notes
SonstigesA glimpse into my mind. These are notes from my phone, starting from 2013 to the present day. My poems, rants, late night thoughts, things I've seen and heard, words I wanted to remember. (Note: There is some content hinting at various mature or tri...
