Words hurt like bullets to the heart,
broken hearts feel like knives cutting your skin,
lies hurt as much as setting fire to yourself.
These are all connected,
people say words,
those words are usually lies,
and all this leads to broken hearts.
Though I doubt broken hearts is the road to smiles.
Words could never hurt me,
but of course they did.
They threw every word at me with such force
Somewhere along the line all that force broke me.
Of course it is better to feel pain then nothing at all.
But sometimes too much pain,
is not good for the soul.
But you mask up all that pain with fake smiles.
And that is what's breaking you the most,
the pain of not being able to talk to anyone.
They see us as shadows.
We are not a threat to them,
more like a bug on their shoe.
We creep along the sidelines,
camouflaging into walls,
so they won't hurt us.
But sometimes we get lazy,
and forget to be careful,
we all know the outcome of that.
They see us as worthless shadows,
creeping and lurking to not get caught,
but once they see us,
It's like an endless road of torture.
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Thanks for all the reads I didn't know people liked poetry so much. Well thanks(:
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Dark Poetry
PoetryHere's a collection of poems that I wrote. I wrote this a couple years back when I was a little fetus. it's really bad and you'll probably cringe. I can't bring myself to delete it tho because it's a reminder of how much I've grown
