My face has different forms
My face is salty from tears
But you don't have to cry anymore
Because you don't know me anymore
I feel different than others
I see you differently than before
It doesn't matter for you
Because you erased my existence
I stand there in my old Vans
But you walk in sneakers from New Balance
I can't bare it
You don't talk to me as you did
Is it because of the bags under my eyes?
Is it the way I breathe, you despise?
Tell me, tell me
Everything is too heavy for me to carry
I feel different than others
I see people differently than before
It doesn't matter for you
Because you erased my existence
I stand there in my old Vans
But you walk in sneakers from New Balance
I can't bare it
You don't talk to me as you did
It is my mind, my soul and face
That agitates your gaze
I'll leave, flee or hide
Hoping that you have a lonesome night
Because I won't be there tomorrow
I'll be under the ground
In my bed of earth
Sleeping forever
While you dance on my grave
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Depraved Lullabies
Poetrythe thing he'd die for he dies by These are the depraved lullabies from my dreams. - this poetry collection is featured on @StoriesUndiscovered! READ AT OWN RISK CONTAINS TRIGGER WARNING TOPICS
