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No Comfort Don’t look at me like that With overflowing sympathy In your eyes and tell me You understand when I know There is no way. You just Can’t feel what I’m feeling You can’t see my heart Or the gashes, bloody Raw oozing pain you can’t Feel the stinging salty tears Running down my face corroding And polluting, and they just Won’t stop and then I Can’t cry anymore all I do Is gasp. How do you know What I’m thinking? Because I don’t even know… It’s like a carnival in my head, the Music won’t stop and the colors Turning, twisting, convoluting Take your hand off my shoulder And stop telling me that it will Get better I’d rather have Your apathy its times like This when I want to be alone… If you really understood, you liar, You would know this. But you don’t. And you never will, or maybe Someday you will and when I put My hand on your shoulder You’ll hate me too. |
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This poem may seem rough and choppy...it is sort of meant to be a stream of consciousness...I don't know if it works. You tell me.
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