Sensitivity is a sin
Or at least that's how it's been
So forgive me for feeling so deeply
Should I not care?
Should I just pretend that wrong is fair
And that every moment is bliss
Defined by a kiss of tranquility
And an offering of peace
Because Hell has ceased to exist
In our perfectly conditioned world
Every "talk-it-out" becomes a talk back
Because we can't take facts
We can't handle truth
So excuses run freely
Because we're "irresponsible youth"
So when I hold my tongue and I turn my back
It's as if I refuse to acknowledge the holes and cracks
Of something that was once beautiful
Because everyone else is pretending it still is
And when I become voiceless
I am reprimanded for not speaking my mind
Yet, you didn't want to me hear me out each and every time
So why now and why bother?
I'm not about to father this relationship
I figure you're mature enough to see when something's wrong
But I guess I figured wrong
Because it's been a damn long time since everything was ever fine
I don't say anything because I don't want to hurt you
And I don't want to get hurt in the process too
Because feelings are so personal
Lacking all self control
Leaving all cards on the table
Maybe we should hold a candle to every failed excuse
Because maybe, just maybe, it's solid proof that there is no use
No use in pretending we're fine
No using in sticking by each other's side
Because I've figured out that I am not yours
And you are not mine
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Poems from the Hurt
PoésieExcerpts ~~ Numbness creeps into the very veins that refuse to speak for me And yet they still bleed With every puncture Every laceration Everything that is ever forged out of hiding abiding by crippling sensations ~~ Perpetual sadness It hurts And...
