Get over it are words I hear ringing in my brain
From childhood trauma to hard core drugs
Those words themselves cause pain
Get over it?
I loose my rocks when I hear those words
Not to you
But to me they sound absurd
Take a couple steps you might just understand
But when you've seen the trenches
You know why one disbands
Even I have walked away from many good things around
Because of the war within
Feelings of no sound
F offends alot of people that I understand
But if you were to look me dead in the eyes
You'd know I'm just a man
Taking every little thing just because you don't like it
Won't fix much you see
Will only make more divided
Work in secrecy
I do not write to offend I hope you believe me there
But if you knew what I know you'd accept the f instead of stare
Read more of my words
It's all in black and white
That's not a pun at any
I have my own demons to fight
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The Colour Purple *Viewer Discretion*
PoetryThe Title Awareness on a variety of subjects including endangerd animals, mental health,homelessness,drugs and related issues along with a variety of diseases that have effected me or have taken time to think on the subject matter I'm not a doctor...
