Breaking hearts and breaking dreams,
Hiding bottles and hidden secrets.
They laugh at your fears,
They'll tear at your wounds.
You think they actually care,
But they just laugh.
But that's okay.
You can handle yourself.
You don't need anyone.
Anything we find beautiful we just want to break and make our bitch.
Anything we miss we pretend we hate.
When we are actually being protected we realize it isn't real.
Know anyone like this?
Don't worry, I do.
It's what we are.
We kill without realizing it,
We pry ourselves away from what we love,
We're always trying be protected and end up being hurt more,
We say things we don't mean,
We make those we love hate us...
I've done all of these.
I hate being human.
Can't I be a bug?
Anything but human.
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Poetic Excuses
PoesíaRandom poems that will usually express my current emotion. These poems can have romance, depression, anger, or even joy!
