I mean, how much harm does it actually cause?
An itty, bitty cut on the side of a thumb.
It's no bullet wound so suck it up
'Cause everything I say is the truth, and nothing but.Oh God, I'm surrounded by drama queens!
You have to go shout and scream at every little nudge.
Why can't you, just for once, let it slide?
It's not a big deal so don't cry.For years you complain, over and over,
The same point I can recite because you've said it too much.
Look, guys, no one wants to hear it
So do us all a favour and keep that trap shut.I've had enough! Seriously?
Do you not get tired of yapping too much?
'Cause I'm exhausted and it's getting so lame.
Do yourself a favour and-ouch!Bloody hell! Stupid piece of paper goes and cuts through my skin
A huge gash that's gonna leave a scar.
The pain! It stings! It hurts! Help me!
I swear, it's as bad as it looks, no lie!And, oh God, it is a bloody hell.
It keeps pouring and pouring and just won't stop.
Hold that thought while I clean this up.
Not talking about the tears, the blood, you freaks.Damn it, it hurts! And the blood just won't stop!
Ow, ow, ow. The pain is too much to handle.
No, don't tell me to shut up.
It is a big deal so I will cry my eyes out.Seriously? What's with the weird looks?
It's a proper reaction to the wound I just got.
What? You're sick of hearing my cries?
Well, what about the tantrums you-oh.
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Landscape
PoetryYou only hinder yourself by concealing those feelings under a concrete mask. But remember, concrete cracks and I see your unmarred skin that's not tasted the flavour of living. You hide like a guilty thief. You steal away the experience so open y...