Once something occurs so often,
you become used to it.
It becomes a routine.Getting thrown around becomes a daily thing,
getting insulted becomes a normal thing.
You crying becomes a funny thing,
and them laughing becomes an inevitable thing.But soon you get tired of the insults,
the laughing, the crying,
the living,
and the breathing.
YOU ARE READING
Infinitely Unaware
PoetryThey never noticed, They never cared. I was silently crying, dying, breaking. +