Listen to me,
I begging you
I need your ear;
If only you knew
I'm crushed inside,
Time cannot heal,
All of my wounds;
No one else can feel
I'm stuck in my mind
Severely crushed
Aching for love
Not a 5 minute rush
You twist and pull
Like I won't break
I've been through enough
But you can't relate
They call me weird, a freak, a clown without paint
I think I done with all with it all why can't they just go away?
I begin to believe everything they all say
It's one after the other, I hope this is my last day .... on earth
Little do they know
They've pushed me to a point
Of no return
I go home ,Tie a rope,
Get the chair ready
Make note of my goodbyes,
My heart is heavy
My palms are sweaty
My lungs without air
I stand on the chair
And jump without care
People asked "why?"
Because you wouldn't "listen"
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Intellectual being •• poems
PoesiaI always see people struggling and no one likes to actively listen to them. They don't allow them to vent and when it comes down to it, they're in need of it. This has nothing to do with me. Just wanted to say we need to help and not use our mouths...
