I hate listening to myself cry
It isn't beautiful
It isn't bittersweet
It reminds me of a twisted kind of laughter
Like I'm laughing at myself
Like something is funny, about my sobbing
About my pain
It isn't funny
The way that my chest hurts
It isn't funny
The way that my lungs hurt
It isn't funny
The way that the tears burn
It isn't funny
Not at all.
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Sing and Dance
PoëzieSing and Dance all your troubles away, and maybe they'll come back another day #98 in Poetry (9/6/16) #48 in Poetry (9/7/16)
