Do I ask for it?
Maybe I did.
The pain, the suffering, the crying,
I deserved it indeed.
I deserve every hit from you,
For being a loner.
You claimed everything of me,
Like you're the owner.
You hit me in the hallway,
Or burn my notes and books.
You lock me in the closet,
For not having good looks.
You know my fears,
You like my screams.
You haunt me at night,
You're the nightmare in my dreams.
And so I cut my pain away,
Blood dripping out like rain.
For now I wish to be in deep deep slumber,
And never be alive again.
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YOU ARE READING
Of Dreams And Desolation
PoetryThese are just the collection of small poems that I write. I write poems of all kind so there is no particular emotion. But you'll enjoy it😁😁
