There are many things left unknown
Like the scars on wrists
Or the invisible hands that claw at your eyes
They leave such noticeable scars when you look in the mirror
How strange it is that everyone else sees a face
When all you see is a disgrace
How epically surreal that they are so oblivious to your pain
How cruel of them not to notice the strain
It's funny how life goes
With whips, lashes and false woes
Even funnier how the receivers smile
Only the innocent manage to cry
Is it because they feel more
Or do they feel the pain for the others, are they feeling sore?
It's amusing how among the flames of hell a fictional reality lies
Surrounded by the tortured souls; they'll watch as each of them dies
But even suffocated by the tortured crowd
The humans in that fictional reality will forever have ignorance's protective shroud
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Poetry- C o m p l e t e d - Started on the 23. 02. 19 Completed on the 27. 05. 19 DEEP poems And others not so deep. Hope you like them. They get better as you read. #6 quickread || 02. 01. 2019 #262 short || 16. 01. 2019 #2 anythingreally || 23. 02...
