I light candles in my room
Sometimes I just light the match
Other times I light a candle and watch burn for hours.
The sweet sickening smells
Mask the poison that rots in my room.
Its a sent I cannot remove
And it follows me everywhere
In the corner of my eye, I see it
I see them
It's a shadow no bigger than I
There eyes judging me
Hating me, killing me.
They whispering insults to me
And they call it a sport.
"How long does it take for Crybaby to cry again"
It doesn't take much.
To hurt me
To make me fall
Those words are like rocks tied to my feel
As I pull them from place to place.
But I do not have scissors to cut them away
I can't escape there neverending torment
I just want the voices to stop
Just for a moment.
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PoetryJust a lonely teenager in love, struggeling with emotions and wanting the end to come sooner rather than later :( i want to love but i just dont want to hurt them if i love one then i will hurt the other. So please forgive me, i can't hold back my...
