I hope he falls. Falls in the the dark crack of Oblivion like me.
He should. He told me it was nothing, that my pain was fake. I want him to fall so I can say those words. So I can see the pained look on his face that he always laughs at.
The expression on someone losing their sanity to something 'fake'. I want him to know the hurt, the pain, the misery that millions feel.
He needs to know that pain comes in so many different forms that someone cannot entirely know how the other person feels.
I want him to be abandoned, even by hope; just like me. I want to see if he makes it through this world like that.
I doubt he can.
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The Mind Is a Dangerous Place
HorrorI don't think these can be called poems. They are just horrible thoughts that go through my head. Started 4-9-16
