My eyes are red,
Crystals are falling
Anger consumes
Words haunt me
Small actions falter me
I keep bleeding everyday
I hate judgements
So I hide the wounds
So afraid of hatred
Then I conceal
"You sensitive freak."
I am, what you sayin?
My eyes are widened
This world is messed up
I do, they speak.
We aren't the same.
"You are so quiet
It is super irritating.
No wonder no one speaks to you.
That's why you are hated easily."
She told me, multiple times.
Ouch.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Words To Somebody (Poem Book)
De TodoA poem book, mostly about my feelings and nostalgia. I don't write this book for views, I just feel satisfied to write everything out like a web book. Leave advice, comments if you like.
