I cry because of the vanity of your words
If something's the matter then say
Because trouble words only cause damage
Stopping and thinking what's wrong
With me
When all it is, is your broken communication
I'll sit in the laundry mat and cry
Because of everything that's happening
I can't be selfish and tell you
Because that's bad of me isn't it?
It's not worth the trouble
When I know the answer to me
Maybe I should just die
Would that make you happy.
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Hopeless Poet
PoetryI write about the world. Her, him, the places of meaning, aggression, compassion, or human nature. TRIGGER WARNING !! some poems talk about s*elf harm and su*cide. Please do not read if you are sensitive to such topics. I will try to put a trigger...
