Why am I so. . . vulnerable?
Why does everything hurt me?
Oh what a barmy minority!
Why are my eyes heavy?
Why does a change of tone,
Make me feel like I'm trapped alone ?
Alone In a monsters room . . .
And it's lunging at my doom
Why does a tired sigh
Make me ask myself why
I had to come into this existence
And face so much resistance
Everybody's so hell bent
And make sure to waste all the time I spent
In healing, trying to feel okay
And tear the stitches from my heart away
My eyes well up in seconds
No wonder all those "friends"
Called it off and said "the end"
Broke everything I thought we'd mend
But firstly they broke me
I can go on and on about the people who
failed me
From different religions to my own blood
Everyone's busy pushing me in the mud
Couldn't deliver the feeling properly;( but I still like it
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Way of my soul || Poetry
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