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The daggers are what took you away
It still haunts me too this never ending day
Suicide is long term and damaging
You were all snatched by the magnets of suicide
Every call I take reminds me of those very days
Each call scares me like it’s another
Like a stereo on repeat
One more friend to be captured
By the daggers of suicide
Each grasp it holds upon you
The words of the daggers hang on you
Wish to bully me…I’m used to it
Want to talk crap about me…go on then
Want to make me cry…feel free
I never healed from it, I don’t know why
Maybe it’s the burden that I can’t bear
Or the countless painful memories
The ones that feel unapproachable
Untouchable till eternity
The ones about the time I nearly lost me
Then that scard me with water
Or the articles too hard to handle
So yeah..I never healed from it
I don’t think I ever will
Done great till now
I don’t need to heal
I can handle it
Wish to bully me…I’m used to it
Want to talk crap about me…go on then
Want to make me cry…feel free
Maybe it’s me
I’m the curse of the family
The reason that nothing is okay
Why every day is just ages away
I’m the reason everyone is so unhappy
I’m the curse
Always doing wrong
It’s always me nothing out of ordinary
Maybe it’s me
Or it’s just me
Nothing maybe to question
I’m the curse
Always will
I’m sorry for who I came to be
I’m the curse
There the comfort of words
Wish to bully me…I’m used to it
Want to talk crap about me…go on then
Want to make me cry…feel free
Last night, I caught up on the poems I had missed and oh my! You just keep getting better and better. ❤️
Your poems are written so beautifully and yet they are sometimes so sad. You have a real knack for this. I cant wait for you to publish your own poem book one day
Keep it up❤️
I’m at 1020 poems now hehehe @Maia
Wish to bully me…I’m used to it
Want to talk crap about me…go on then
Want to make me cry…feel free
I’m no longer telling you
You didn’t get it the first time
When will you realise
your guilt drowns me
I’m no longer telling you
You’ll make me feel bad for having a voice
Do you really think I’d be okay with that
I’m no longer telling you anymore
You make me go silent
It’s something you just willingly ignore
I’m no longer telling you
I guess I’ll keep you happy
I’m no longer telling you
I’ll just stay silent
Wish to bully me…I’m used to it
Want to talk crap about me…go on then
Want to make me cry…feel free