I’m run down with something I like to call,
Hopelessness.
A dry word effecting the masses,
Sticking me into sleep for more than I should get.
.
My head aches from thinking,
My stomach turns so weakly.
I’m burning with all the cuts of a
Soldier.
.
You cracked my brain and stuck in your envelope
Of sadness,
And invited me to my own pity party.
Now I’m stuck in a cycle of wishing,
For a chance of living...
.
Why are you so heartless?
And why am I so clueless?
Why can’t we talk fruitless conversations,
And laugh at silly memes?
Why did you have to show me the bully you are,
And make my heart stop beating?
….
No answer?
I guess being cold hearted is better
If you don’t get hurt.
Because being selfish only hurts the selfless
And that’s the way the world works.
Points: 1992
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