Name a part and it's aching
It's hurting
Give me a cure please,
Maybe you're the cure, release-
me from this pain it's hurts too much
But why does it feel so right,
It's too good to let it go
For my thoughts, I want appreciation
Validate my emotions
People are saying things,
I want them to say what I feel is right
I want them to tell me how I am so god damn nice
Tell me sweet words so I work alright,
Or I might not even be alive.
They talk, they talk, I want them to talk
Give me praises,
Yes now be jealous,
As I pretend I couldn't be any careless,
I exist how people want me to,
Your good girl, an all rounder
The perfect maiden for your house
But they would never know,
The good things I do,
This and that;
Like I smiled at you, well that was an act.
My brain is like a parasite, except for the fact -
thats what keeps me alright
All your compliments feed the virus that eats me alive
But it hurts so good I want it,
It hurts so good I want to keep it forever
Maybe there is no cure
This disease is too addictive I want no cure
Maybe I just want to suffer all alone, all along
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Poetry"Is happiness really a myth". A collection of the most cherished pieces of my soul: my poems. The things I wrote when I loved, when I hated, when I raged, when I dared and when from reality, I escaped. My poems are a way for me to get away from the...
