I've never understood why people love to hate you
without having a legitimate reason,
nor telling you why.
They just see you;
then, they decide that you're going
to be part of their unwanted division -
the things and people that they must
get rid of.
While your heart bleeds the color of longing red,
their hearts are black - jet black.
The dark blood of devious actions
shoots through their veins.
They are lost individuals,
who have made the choice to be
mad at those that they've hurt.
Sure, we all carry the filth of sin,
but...
no one will forget the goodness they've
tired to share.
No one will forget the emotional fate
that they got in return.
You pushed me down -
I won't forget that.
I'm sad because you left me blue and lonely...
Can I forget?
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Dear Suicide...
Poesía(#12 in Poetry- 3/5/17 |14 in Poetry- 2/28/17 |23 in Poetry- 11/18/16) Have you ever considered picking up a pen and writing to the one you fear most? Well, that's what I've done. When I write to my fears, It's oddly satisfying, because I know that...
