Why in the hell should I?
Show my heart to those who took it for granted...
Why the fuck should I shed a tear...
When I can't even bring myself to think about what happened...
Why should I have you see the inside...
After you show you don't care .
You never did.
Did you?
Should anyone care....
When I pull that blade...
And create my art in crimson...
Let the waves of red cleanse my skin...
Bringing the darkness to my eyes...
Who would care...
Why would they?
Why should they?
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Poetry of the Disturbed
PoetryTeenage Anxiety... Teenage Depression... But what happens when its a male... What happens he can't admit it... Because of his gender... The worst thing of it all... He's diagnosed with Schizoeffective disorder... The feelings are just...
