- Just because he's mad doesn't mean he's so bad,
- Just because you think he's bad doesn't mean that he's not sad,
- Just because she's mad doesn't mean she's so bad because it just means they're just sad and so beaten down,
- Just because they drown doesn't mean they're lost it just means this world is colder than frost,
- They have gained and lost,
- They've felt pained but still have paid the cost,
- Just because she's crossed doesn't mean she's forever gone,
- Just because he's tossed aside doesn't mean you know what's inside,
- Just because he's cried doesn't mean he deserved to be the one who's died,
- Just because they've lied didn't mean they deserved all this judgement that you gave,
- He just wanted someone who would save him,
- She just wanted someone to save her but now they've found a grave in the criticisms that you claim,
- Now it's shame that they feel,
- Now it's all the same,
- Now all that's real is the blame you put inside my head,
- Now all we feel is dead,
- Now all she feels is dread,
- Now all he feels is bled out,
- Now all that's left instead is your doubt.
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Author:
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Published:
June 28th, 2017 04:09
- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this for people like me. The people who are critically misjudged on their rage for a world who doesn't understand that the pain they feel is uncontrollable.
You are not alone.
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hey hey,
onepauly here, just read this poem. sounds like you have had it rough. me too. some time ago. your writing it out, trying to figure what you can do in these words. I think you will do just fine. I call it soul searching. when something negative happens to me, sometimes I push it aside and count my blessings. I felt blessed when I was writing my poetry. and I do now reading it with others. I don't feel as lonely as I used to now I'm a member of this very wonderful forum. I like things simple and clear. sometimes it gets complicated. I am not without troubles. when I'm with a lot of people, I feel vunerable, I feel threatened by them. so I stay in my castle most of the time. and even here I feel threatened. neighbors, their just not nice. they want to play games and I don't. I'm a loner, but I'm not lonely, right now writing this they are rapping on something, and I gotta ignore it? they want to do that because they want to see how much I can take, before I blow up. if I don't do anything they will continue. my blood boils. I don't know how long it will take till I blow up. I'm trapped in here. its like a prison. I cant move out because of the rent. its way cheaper here then anywhere else. if I did go to another place it would be almost triple what I'm paying here. so I try to keep my head up and use patients. this has been going on for years. well I'm all wrote out.
GOD BLESS onepauly
Amen my man!
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