You may love someone but you can never be sure that they love you back because there are affairs and murders and people aren't so sure of themselves now
There are all these mass murders and suicides and rapes lately that I wonder if these people are like me; misunderstood
They just need to communicate but they can't and they don't have and can't find the right words
Whenever those bad things happen I feel like people lose bits of themselves and they're not able to be as happy as they once were, which is why the youngest people are the happiest
Maybe dark crescents under other's eyes represent how they're in a bad place and as they darken, the person is angrier at life and themselves
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(note: intentional run-ons since this was written to read out loud)
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Poetryshort poems I've written about subjects no one really mentions out of fear - Highest Rank - #356 in Poetry