this one is super powerful i think compared to my other poems. i've obviously deviated from my promise of depressing poetry, so i'll do better later :) it reads like a song in my opinion haha... leave a vote, comment, follow, share this if you liked it! thank you so much for reading
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we're
unfinished
pieces of
poetry
with no
direction
we're unfinished
stories without
happy endings
i'm not
asking
for a comedy
give me a
tragedy
just let it be
over
why is life this
endless journey
can't we just
be born
knowing what
pain is
why do we have to
suffer
to understand
why do we need
our hearts
to be broken
to learn our
lesson
and we don't
anyway
we make the
same mistakes
every time
holding out
hope
that this one will
be different
we're unfinished
songs
without an ending
verse
we're broken people
born from a
fallen angel
who crashed onto
our world
and i'm not
saying
that i want
a love story with
someone
i just want a story
where i can
love myself
why do we have
so many
insecurities
why do we have
trauma
why can't we just
be happy
why is there this
divide
why doesn't anyone
have answers
to my questions
where is the man
in the sky
why are we so
lost
as a people
why don't we
love each other
a little more
and help each other
love ourselves
and why can't we
understand
these basic things
like people deserve
to live
why do we turn away
when we could be
saving lives with
words
why do we close our
eyes
when we see
people getting
hurt
i can't stand by
and watch this happen
but i do
and you do
we all do
we've been
conditioned
to shut our mouths
and let life
run its course
but what if it
runs all over you
the way your ex did
and your mother in law
the way that your
best friend
told you
that you weren't as good
as her new friends
the way presidents
have walked all over
our people
the way anger
has clouded minds
evil
has left orphaned children
weeping mothers
broken girls and boys
who just wanted
love
and paid for it
dearly
where is our
humanity
or is that gone too?
did it leave when
we enslaved people
or when we lynched them
did our humanity
disappear
when we kept quiet
so that it wasn't
our names
in that week's obit section
did our humanity
softly fall away
like a cloak we wore
until it was summer and
we had no
use for it anymore
or did we even have
humanity
to begin with
we're an
imperfect people
a hurting people
an unfinished
project
that nobody had the
time or energy
to clean up and
make presentable
we're an unfinished
dialogue
left hanging on cruel
words
that nobody really meant
we're an unfinished
handshake
where fingers touched
but nothing more happened
we're an unfinished
people
on an unfinished
planet
maybe we're
unfixable too