"you just don't get it, do you?
why are you trying
to be so sympathetic
when you don't even know
how to help me yourself?"
date: 19th august, 2016
time: 23:05 p.m.
fact:
i was really pissed with my family for not understanding me when i was going through a hard time... i was so sick and tired of their fake sympathy when they didn't know how to deal with me.
when i look back at this poem now, i feel bad about writing it because they were only trying to support me... i can see where they were coming from if i were in their shoes. i was irrational and had random bursts of unknown rage at anything and everything. i was just in a terrible place, but like i said, i'm growing and learning. every step is another achievement: i'm getting there.
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World of Poems
Poetrytake a long, good look into my healing heart and melodrama mind. breathe in my sweet, scented words and hold them close to your bleeding, scaly skeleton aching for emotion; they'll cradle your aching soul and sing mellow lullabies you've never even...
