It makes me want to laugh on my pathetic self,
at how I still remember your name,
how I still remember the way you laughed,
at how I still can't forgive you,
how I still get angry when I see you out there,
happy and smiling,
knowing that you don't deserve that.
I hate myself even more,
knowing that I can put an end to it.
to your smiles and your joy,
and I really really should.
but I don't.
because I can't.
Even if I want to,
I'm not that strong.
and
I.hate.that.
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Silence and Sins
PoetryNone of us are the same. Every mind different, Every body different, Every soul different. but funny isn't it, that yet here we are, Agreeing. Feeling. Knowing. Understanding. Just what those lines mean, written by a single person. because we've...
