"Do Better." You always say.
"I will." Always the same reply.You scream.
I cry.
You walk away.
I hide.You will never listen to me speak
but will hit me when I scream.Your words,
They cut.
No need for blades.Your sneers,
They bruise.
No need for fists."Do better." You always say.
"I can't." Is the new reply.
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Poems for the Depressed
PoetryJust sad poems I come up with. *Some are sexual so please beware.*