Lighting strikes on the dark night like a volt of pain hitting my thigh.
You curse words of rage in spite of my own rights.
"I'm sick of it". I yell to the heavens.
Begging someone to listen.
Who listens.
You god damn don't, im tired of the way you treat others.
I'm tired of having speak over and over, tired of having to sit there over and over listening to the same shit that you dribble over and over again.
She can't move for fuck sake, yelling and screaming at her when she is dead inside will not make her get up.
You need to understand what we go through, its so god damn hard being who we are, being judged by who we are.
Zeus, you almighty god, what ever you think you are.
Your followers can un-follow you.
Fear is powerful. I know but hope and love is stronger.
You don't rule the skies.
You are unworthy of that precious title now.
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Midnight Thoughts
Poesía-I hate how I'm still here- -staring at the stars littering the sky- -watch how differently they treat us- -love is possible but it's so hard to find- -don't trust the voice in your head- "these are my midnight thoughts, I write them down and re...
