don't talk to me in
that icy-cold voice.
making me too numb
to say a word. don't
ask me the questions
i'm scared to ask my
flawed self. don't
blame it on me when
i'm already drowning
in self-loathe. don't
use those business-like
words that demand only
the reason with the
story untold.
because no matter
how hard i daily try
all my life, i've been
this deadly butterfly
no matter how much i try
to let go and forget
i'm suffocated by fear,
sorrow and regret
don't talk to me like that.
— SweetSimu.
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Poetry❝ we are all just stars that have people names. ❞ - Nikita Gill. EUNOIA - beautiful thinking, a well mind. [a collection of all of my imperfect, unedited, messy poems. some are not even poems. majority of these don't rhyme. some don't even make sens...
