I called out in my time of need.
I was ignored.
I was doing okay, I say. But not anymore.
Pain. Hurt. Abandoned. Ignored.
These words aren't supposed to fly
But yet they soar over my head, high.
Regret. Alone. Guilt.
I wish I could just hide away under the dirt
and silt.
Slit. Starve. Die
I can't explain when I want to cry
then I'm told these words.
My cries for help silenced
and my existence ignored.
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Poems of life
PoetryThese are some poems I wrote at 1am out of boredom. Most of which are sad or depressing, but they're filled with meaning. If you understand these poems because of personal experience, I'm sorry you do.
