You joke around like it means nothing,
you trick me like Im not breaking,
you disregard my pain like its non-existing,
you juggle me around like Im not hurting,
you play, you deceive, you avoid, you deviate,
do you even feel anything?
Dont you see that Im tired,
that everyone has gave up on me?
I do believe you.
But the more I say,
the more it sounds empty to me.
-she cracked, trying to find out if god was even up there?
YOU ARE READING
THE GIRL WHO SPOKE POETRY
PoetryThe thing about pain is, it makes you question.. what makes you human? ____________ **Not cliche, I repeat, Not cliche, WARNING, not cliche**
