everyone says talking
makes it better
but I don't want to hear
their sugar coated lies
them justifying your actions
I don't want to fucking hear it
once I did try to talk about it
to one person
someone I call my best friend
they just said they were sorry
and never held the conversation
they saw the tears in my eyes
and never once did they give me a hug
or attempt comfort
so no
I don't want to speak about it
I don't want to talk about the devil himself
it's useless
if you won't help me through it
you told me it's okay to ask for help
even in little situations
like getting a tool
or for a ride somewhere
bullshit
if you can't even vent
then they're not worth asking for help
no one is
not if they're supposed to be
one of the closest people to you
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The Devil's Love-Ridden Abuse II POETRY Second Edition
PoesieAsh stains on my jeans you're still on my mind cherry on my skin you're still there pain doesn't block you out freezing hands shaking body withdrawals from your warmth butt burning my fingertips burning my lips dying to feel you again strike the...
