It felt like a million knives in my back
As you ignored me
The hole in my chest filled with a
Desperation
Look at me please
And yet your head never turns
I fill myself with lies of your words
Please, look at me.
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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...
