i know that this is a sick joke
i know it's meant to be funny
but why cant i laugh
why cant i go along with it
im so tired
of pretending its funny
its not
fucking funny
im hurting
im hurting and youre laughing
my heart is broken
and you dance of the pieces
i dont know how much longer
i can handle this pain
honestly can you call this
handling
please moon
please dove
just let me die
in arms of peace
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The Night Talks • Vents
PoetryDisgusting and disturbing thoughts turned into try-hard poetry.
