People look at me all wrong
Bowing my head to the floor, crying for mercy on my name
Days of back stabbing torture
Names that devil invented for fear of our own
Breaking me piece by piece
Stuck in a capsule of un breathable air
Contaminated by the owns who wasted the breath on devils play
Sorry is the word that has so many definitions I can't remember them all
Thoughts circle around me, wanting so many things
Do this
Do that
Die
Everyone hates u
Just kill yourself
Worth trash
Unless
Bitch
Waste of good air
My favorite, unlovable
People say these as a good thing
People just r jealous of how special u r
NO
NO
NO
Say what u want but these have one meaning
They want me to not exist
Fine they will get there wish
Seeing that rope hang from that ceiling
I smile in pleasure for what I am about to become
I am sorry but what is the point anymore
Beautiful
Special
Thoughtful
Amazing
Wanted
Blessed
Loveable
Valuable
Keeps me going day to day
Walking passed the rope that hangs from the ceiling
To the people that has the breathable air of the godsent language
Hugging me, with their wings of pure angles
Being among of the ones who were just like me and took the jump, the rope, the bloodshed,
There pain has ended in what we know has heaven
Looking down at the people who r crying, laughing, praying beside the casket I now lie in
Asking themselves what happened what went wrong
The only one that can answer that is the people that breaths the Devils air.
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Everlasting Shadow
PoetryHelps people a lot plz read if going through hard time or just want something to read
