#sadfeelings
Yes, I am sensitive,
And you know this
Ever since 'then' I haven't been the same
But you still
Say hurtful things
I can't help but ask:
Must I leave?
I've tried before and
I can only assume that
You don't or you didn't
Want me to go through with it.
Kind of hard to tell,
Your constant yelling and threats
were hard to decipher
But now, you put
These situations in my head
And I can't help but feel
Unwanted
I feel like a big baby,
And not the adorable kind
My voice becoming more
And more whiny and annoying
To my ears
That's why I refuse to rebut
I don't want to hear her voice
I feel like I'm
Locking a promise
Deep in the centre
Of my rapidly beating heart
A promise to go
A promise that'll make sure
That you won't need to insult
Or reprimand me again
But then I think of you
Being the one blamed
For my departing
For pushing me to the brink of insanity
I can't help but
agree with such
accusations
I think I might leave
Or I might chicken out again
My point is,
You knew and still know
I wish you didn't
So that this promise
Wouldn't be locked so tightly
Aug 23, 2020
Aug 23, 2020 at 11:17 AM UTC
Men,
the loneliest group of species in the universe,
and so Bell invented the telephone,
lonely voices,
flowing through the receiver,
a party is,
the carnival of a group of lonely people,
loneliness exhaled from their mouths,
into the air,
if the air could speak,
it’d say “hey,
my name is loneliness,
so nice to meet you”,
in the broken sky,
lonely kiteline won’t let go of,
the wing,
won’t let it,
seek some comfort,
standing on the top of the world,
overlooking a frigid world,
afraid of being forgotten,
wanting to send everyone a postcard,
time has carved loneliness ,
on the tunnel of life,
loneliness follows the partiers home,
and hides in wardrobes,
and becomes their coats,
and masks.
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 2:39 AM UTC