Sometimes the pain stings
Sometimes it cuts your heart to bits

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Stop it.

Leave.

I is me and
you are you.
Seperate from identity
yet your lies root to my core.
I can't help but listen as
gravity gradually seems heavier
and
heavier.

You can feed on me
that's fine.
Distort my reality
and take my smile.
But you will never take my hope.

The endless source behind the
Truth
Of my soul.
You'll never cease the
I in me.

So form each woe,
but forever is my soul.
Endureth this universe.

Go ahead.

Take me.

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writing poetry isnt my coping mechanism,
writing poetry about you is.

Tears fall both day and night falling, falling
a heartbreaking cry of mother earth

Doesn't anyone hear the sound of sadness
in the song of every songbird?

There's an echoing cry deep in every valley
a tremble in every tree

And with each piercing cry upon the wind
And every howl of pain

Never ending tears flow and flow like rivers
mixing in with the rain

And with every animal scurrying for cover
searching for a place to hide

Rivers of poison keep on flowing and  flowing,
down every mountainside

Alas, boulders and stones have awakened
from their slumber long, so long

And they've begun engraving epic poetry,
brilliant pieces like a sad song

A gift for you and me

What has this world come to,
Grown men are hurting children

Physically
Sexually
Mentally

Turning children into Zombies,
and scaring them so bad

They say nothing to their mommies