Nothing left...

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I became quiet lately, too quiet...you thought everything was resolved...thought...

I used to release pain through poetry...
But I got drenched in my own agony...
You said you're fine, but you're not really fine..
If they only knew, you were always cryin'...

I can no longer lessen my pain through writing poems..
My joy, my tongue to speak, was forever stolen...
I thought things were left behind...
But my peace, I could never find!

I want to end every shit!
I can take a fucking hit!
I don't know how to react...
That's a fact..

I apologize for suddenly lashing...
Agonizing scenarios start flashing...
What mind, heart could not bear...
I just wanted things to be fair...

For days I had such silent screams...
Silent cries, worse than a bad dream...
I have nothing left to rid of pain, through writing...
Not even to begin with my own crying!

I WAS USED!
I WAS FAKED
I'M NOTHING...
I'M WASTE...
I'M A FOOL....
I'M A TOY...
I'M GULLIBLE
I'M WEAK...

NOT EVEN WORDS CAN HELP EXPRESS MY PAIN, HATRED, ANXIETY, ANGUISH....NOT A SINGLE CRAP!

What have I done...nothing is left..

My prayer to be fooled upon...
My father used as a joke, I want to be gone..
The cause of my life's shatter...
My soul shall forever be tattered...

Why always me...WHY!

My emotions are beyond description, beyond explanation...I don't know if it's hatred...anger...pain..depression...anguish..

I'm too much of a fool to pursue such a life...


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