Sometimes I wish I was dead.
Wishing on crap, that doesn't even come to exist.
Asking for protection that whips you with a cord that hurts you.
Beat me till you see blood to fill your sadist heart.
Your lover abandoned so you feel more love.
Because what takes me a year takes you a day.
What I fail at sends you to the bay.
My shriveled heart of hypercytosis, my bursted lungs of hypocytosis fills your sadist minds.
Because what takes you a day might take me a life time.
So kill instead of your bills.
Send me away like garbage, because there is more to me than there is to you. Being dumb, I didn't choose to be this way. So bombard me with whips and your tricks. Maybe then I'll be smart and it'll only take a day.
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Kissed By The Unknown
Lãng mạnA series of poems I wrote, from bullying, to mostly romance, to friendship, and to mysteries. It might be bad so bare with me. Mostly based on personal experiences.
