The door is close
The body is sleeping
Blood cover the white tiles.
The door was open
They saw the lifeless body
They fall onto their knees and think why you did that.
well...if you don't know why,I'll tell.I fucking told you I have a problem but you let it pass so I started keeping it.You told me hurtful things that felt like knives stabbing my heart millions of times.I have friends who back stab me and doesn't really care about me.I have grandparents who adores my cousin more.I have a family who makes me feel I'm invisible.I have a mother who made me this.There's a society who is so fucking dirty.But guess what.I don't have one thing and it's,.I DON'T HAVE A FATHER.
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My Unsaid Words For Years
PoetryLife is full of misery loneliness and suffering .And it's all over much too soon.
