They always talk about how they have the short straw in life,
And how they with forever be alone, even to the afterlife.
They never talk about the good times they have experienced.
It's only been about times where they've been ignored and silenced.
How come they never have anything good to say?
Whenever they speak, it's as if they are trying to keep demons at bay.
Why do they deserve this, what have they've done?
Why should they feel like they aren't anyone?
What have I've done to deserve such happiness?
Did I do something to get rid of this blueness?
They cry all the time, yet no one comes to their aid,
And whenever they ask for help they get turned to someone that they need to pay.
How come nobody can interfere and dull their sharp blade?
I've seen people disappear and people collapse,
And some are now gone because of a few snaps.
They never got help, they never were cared about.
They felt like a single plant stuck forever in a drought.
I tried what I could to keep them from harm,
But one single person cannot bring someone back just from charm.
Why couldn't I have done more?
Why couldn't I have had what they thought to be a chore?
How come I don't have to deal with what they had to and why were they treated like dirt?
Why couldn't it have been me that was hurt?
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Poetry From My Brain
PoetryThis book is going to be constantly updated with random poems I think of in my free time. Some may be sweet, others may be depressing. Watch your step, and be ready for a journey.
