Silent whispers surround me.
Nobody speaks however.
Only the distant thought of being talked about.
Nobody cares to see me.
They question where I went.
They question our relationship.
I never told them about me.
They never cared to know.
I never told them my mentality.
They never cared to understand.
Who knows what will happen to me.
Either lost in space or found in a ditch.
They dont know a thing about me.
Ive died a dozen times before they'll notice.
They might gasp if they are told.
None of them will cry.
The blood of mine stuck on her.
The bitch that cause it.
The bitch that brought me despair.
That room irritates me.
Those people bring me to violence.
Cuffed and stolen.
Buffed and putting holes in.
But I cant.
Im already gone.
Their lives continue as if I had only moved.
And I have moved.
Not states but states of matter.
No longer solid but now a gas.
Maybe even a liquid.
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Dreams Over Reality
PoetryA compliation of poems and skits. The skits are no longer being continued. Most poems are about me and the events around me. Read my story This is my story.
