Talking behind their back—
what are you proving?
to me all you are showing is a cold heartless with the appearance of a human. this isn't what a human being is. to be human—you must have sympathy. you must have a heart. a conscience. a beating breath of care proving you are alive
but inside of you lives a disease of distasteful and ugly proportions
when you talk shit—you hurt yourself and you hurt the people you gossip about. is that who you are? a killer of life. a killer of souls. to this epidemic of lowering someone else's ego to strengthen your own. hurting someone in any way possible to build yourself up. an act of pride over respect for character. you poison yourself with the hate you spill. and your heart turns sick with a blacker color in place of the red. of a past purity
You are destroying your soul. the hole is eating you alive. this black oblivion drains what used to make you beautiful, or at least what i'd like to believe you once were.
-monsters exist
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You
Poetry"You"- meaning the you personally and You aside from me. This book talks about the You individually and going through times when you are your own light but, also when all you see and when all you feel is darkness. The You I dream about and need and...
