Dear uncle
Why do you love to hurt me
Why do you love to see me cry?
Has there ever been a time
When you've asked if I'm alright?
My emotions are a mess with you
You treat me like I'm the bad guy
If I asked if you loved me
Would you tell me the same old lie?
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Dark Poetry
PoetryWar breaks out, Or so they shout. The odds of winning Are in doubt. We have no clue What the war is about, Yet we fight On and out. I'd like to get some stuff off of my chest. Some words I'd like to say. Some things I want to admit. All can be said...
