Poem

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Okay this might not be the best thing in the world but I just wanted to get my feelings out and I haven't posted in a while so this is a good opportunity to do so. I just wrote this, so please don't judge.

you don't listen
the tears on my cheeks glisten
every time I walk away
just to hide the pain
but really, what do I gain

I don't see an end
I don't remember when it all began
I try to explain
but before I can start
here you come to tear my words apart
I try to pick up the shreds
stick them back together
but there's no use

I don't really consider this abuse
I don't have bruises or scars
but I'm soaking in your words like a sponge
one more hit and then I'm done

you don't listen
the tears on my cheeks glisten
every time I walk away
just to hide the pain
I try to talk
I try to tell you
the tears add up
it's too much to handle
it fills me up inside
with endless memories

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