diary-journal thing

ch. 5

i hate it when

they treat you oh so careful

like it matters because they've already made things worse

and they expect you to forgive them

for the unforgiveable

and when you say you cant

it's your fault

i hate it when

they tell you it's okay

because they don't know half the shit you've gone through

and they will never 

understand

i hate it when

they tell you that you 

don't have time

and then they tell you to 

slow down 

and don't let the world 

pass you by

but how will you manage

to do two things at once?

i hate it when

i write these fucking words

and i feel like i need to explain myself

even though poetry is meant

to be

free

nobody understands