They never realise
All behaviour is learnt,
They hold the key to why I'm burnt
Providing the pain and the fire,
That messed up my needs and my desires.
They taught me to want misery and pain,
Til every part of my soul has a stain,
So I am stuck here copying you when I'm on the brink,
Numbing myself drink after drink,
Never able to confide or commit,
Letting every one take a piece of me,
Bit by bit.
Till I am left with holes,
Losing what was left of my soul,
Repeating your mistakes
Until its too late,
Stuck in the cycle of forever hate-b.
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The Night Sky is in Her Veins
Poetry// s o n d e r \\ - "the realisation that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own" Life can be dark, cold and lonely. Feeling betrayed, misunderstood, chewed up and spat out by the world, its when I get sonder, that I...