For being so dramatic,
Thinking everything ends in tragic;
For being so pessimistic,
Thinking the future isn't erratic.
For being so stubborn,
Feeling emotions of scorn;
For being so stern,
Feeling our past conversations were left to burn.
For being so annoying,
Doing manners that are uncoying;
For being so prying,
Doing interrogations that bring about crying.
There are so many things that I am sorry for,
I know by heart these mistakes are surely you would abhor;
But you don't scold me or yell or get mad at me,
Which made this vicious cycle an addicting thing to be.
Now that you got tired of staying in this tiny world of misery,
I feel like I reached the door of your secret room of archery;
Where the bows and arrows of hatred you kept for my protection,
Now I'm the one to shoot at myself as my contemplation.
There were too many chances that you gave me already,
I just thought you had so many not thinking you're a human just like me;
I hope this time you have kept another chance in your safe place,
'Cause all I wanna do is to look for it, keep it in a sweet embrace.
June 16, 2019
Started: 5:27 pm
Finished: 5:32pm
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A Profound Catharsis
PoetryI am going through such an emotional stress. No professionals involved yet, so I wouldn't know the severity of my mental state. Instead of slashing my own wrist or hanging myself in the ceiling, I decided to write poems. I have also started studyin...
