~Poem Book~

Pejorative

So many days gone by, so feral.

So many days done nothing, but hurt me more.

Trying to escape my painful reality.

Trying to feel safe in my daily job.

I can't leave, I can't stay, I can't stay here anymore.

I can't take this pain, constantly given to me.

All I want, is to have someone to hear my crying voice,

Hidden in my soul, are my deepest feelings.

Never will they be understood, by those around me.

I try to cope, as best I can, but the ocean will never end.

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Could you work your way around it?

Could the whispers end?

They'll never stop, not until I'm gone.

I want to believe in myself, I want to stop thinking of possible consequences.

I don't want to rereact, but they're pushing me by the back.

They make me stand up, in front of a crowded spotlight.

I cannot trust anyone, but the love we try to give, is so immense, in small groups, despite the pain outside.

Would you ever take it? Could you just stop harassing me? Could you stop bothering me?

They'll never leave, these voices won't leave my head.

Everything I've gone through till now, It shines through in my heated soul in an angered fire.

Please, for me, would you stay? Would you bare, and stay right here, I'll protect you need must be,

The tears you shed, inspire my heart, my eyes an internal ocean aflow,

Could you ever be so kind? I'll try and help yes, if i can.

Would it ever make a change, if I was there for you every day? I hate to see you cry,

We're similar deep inside, I've felt your pain, I've seen your truths, I am a lie, you are the truth.

So let's merge, into one, let's face them and take them down.

Pejorative.