Words that took a knife to me skin,
Cold, so cold, the rug couldn't warm me in,
Striking out if I crossed some invisible line,
And yet here I was, telling everybody that I was fine,
Was I less human because they looked up to you?
I was hurt, but I sighed, I just resigned.
A spider web, so intricate, so strong, To you it was fun, to me not so much,
Was I too vulnerable? Easy to play with?
No, you misread it, but now you'll never know,
'Cause once they hurt me, I never let it go,
Darkness would hug you, friend or foe.
The mistake you made, shall be radioactive forever,
Cause I made an effort, you just spat venom.
It was you who messed up, Not me who should bleed.
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Into The Black Hole
PoetrySometimes, pain becomes peace. Eureka! He's an oxymoron.It's been almost over eleven months; six months when it got way too critical, but I've been evolving and growing up out of it. It means much less to me now, and again, it keeps reminding me th...
