Bleed
Stab me slow, watch me bleed,,
is it my pain, that you need?
you stabbed me in the back,
then you walked away,
and here i stand, still bleeding today.
I don't know why you hurt me so,
i don't know why you turned so cold,
you closed all doors,you return by mail,
do you enjoy putting me through hell?
Do you really believe those lies?
you didn't even ask me, I was surprised
do you really know me? I don't think you do
if you did! you know I would never be untrue...
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Author:
Ron parrish (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 2nd, 2021 00:45
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Comments2
Very sad emotive words Ron.
Andy
thanks andy
so much time, we spend
shedding
what we invested, so much time
intrusting and cultivating - in..
life, as our cycle of self-inflicted nightmare reality
and why?
because we let other's, demean our worth
and so fail to hold out
for the best, life has to offer
often settling for the ease of access
in the all too, flimsy - mundane..
thanks for sharing, dear poet
thank you for your brilliant insight
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