This..
this is what you find funny?
You make jokes about suicide,
about self harm and tears.
This.
This is what you find funny.
And I'm mortified.
You laugh, and
see my expression.
You say im sorry
but you don't mean it.
You find these things funny?
When someone is insulting
one of your friends,
you just chuckle and walk on.
You find this funny?
I bet it would be hilarious
if it happened to you.
But it won't.
You have your own little bubble
hidden in the rubble.
So you are immortal,
invincible, and powerful.
It isn't funny,
never will be.
So please, please
stop laughing at me.
YOU ARE READING
We're All Mad Here
PoetryJust a series of poems. A series of words. A collection of stories. A collection of feelings. I think I've explained enough, it's up to you to read on.
