Why should i stay,
When everyone i love leaves anyway?
When they become a name,
Something "we don't talk about".
Why do you expect me to not do the same?

It holds your hand gently
As it leads you to your demise,
Pulling you hard
Or stopping you.
It chooses for you.

Slicibg through like a knife,
Filling you with invisible wounds
As you quietly bleed out.

Written by tge hands if pain,
Thr decaying corpse of your being,
The kind that makes you wonder
Why you weren't enough.

Being toyed with our feelings,
We function against our will
Controlled my the lucky-born
Stuck in the sweet delusion of hope.

The strange feeling,
Headaches, not being able to sleep.
I'm sure you've felt it before,
It's almost like a special kind of love
That hurts.

Some are most creative and beyond comprehension
For they are that talented
Some have that magic naturally
Some hoping to create and find their way
Their impact makes us better writers
You can agree to disagree
Just read and enjoy
The pleasure of reading and enjoying the talent is so much better
than the so -called talent we tune into to see
Not asking you to tune out but tune into what happens here
Hello Poetry Poets
Thanks