Is It True te Lie?
Is It True te Hate Me?
Is It True te Want Him?
Is It True You're My Best Friend?
Is It True te Enjoy Hurting Me?
Is It True te Like Me Crying?
Is It True te Talk Behind My Back?
Is It True te Tell People Our Bussiness?
Is It True I Hurt You?
Is It True te Back Stabbed Me?
Is It True te Let Me Believe The Lies?
Is It True te Let Me Call te My True Bestfriend When te Weren't?
Is It True.....?
This is A Poem Hope Yuh Enjoy It Btw Tell Me What Yuh Think And This Is Just About Me Gettin Hurt After Being Stupid Enough To Believe Her Lies She Wasnt A True Bestfriend
Is It True te Hate Me?
Is It True te Want Him?
Is It True You're My Best Friend?
Is It True te Enjoy Hurting Me?
Is It True te Like Me Crying?
Is It True te Talk Behind My Back?
Is It True te Tell People Our Bussiness?
Is It True I Hurt You?
Is It True te Back Stabbed Me?
Is It True te Let Me Believe The Lies?
Is It True te Let Me Call te My True Bestfriend When te Weren't?
Is It True.....?
This is A Poem Hope Yuh Enjoy It Btw Tell Me What Yuh Think And This Is Just About Me Gettin Hurt After Being Stupid Enough To Believe Her Lies She Wasnt A True Bestfriend
Her eyes were fuoco red,
as if they were
lit from anger.
I dont understand
why te are
mad at me.
Why te shoot
those harsh words
at me.
Aimed like bullets,
piercing my soul.
And It cant heal.
I never can dodge them.
The words hit me,
and I fall back.
My Friends ask me:
"What's wrong?"
"Can I help?"
But they cant help.
Because I dont understand,
why te are mad.
Why do te have to do
what te do to me?
Why does it give te
joy to harm me?
Why?
Why are people bullies?
Why dont my Friends take action?
Why cant te tell me WHY?
as if they were
lit from anger.
I dont understand
why te are
mad at me.
Why te shoot
those harsh words
at me.
Aimed like bullets,
piercing my soul.
And It cant heal.
I never can dodge them.
The words hit me,
and I fall back.
My Friends ask me:
"What's wrong?"
"Can I help?"
But they cant help.
Because I dont understand,
why te are mad.
Why do te have to do
what te do to me?
Why does it give te
joy to harm me?
Why?
Why are people bullies?
Why dont my Friends take action?
Why cant te tell me WHY?
Streetlamps, houses, gates, remotes, books, CDs and televisions. Brothers. Pairs. Each has a twin. In this chaotic place of materials the world has come to be, everything has a brother. But brothers are family. And family is connected somehow; if not da blood, then da what?
Energy.
Look hard. At everything that has a brother. A line of energy casts a connection between the two. The energy, with its harsh glares and cold looks creates the strongest and most complex bonds. Strong because of their brotherhood. Complex because of its invisibility. For there is power in invisibility. Cold, cruel power. The power to be a persecutor with no chance of being a victim. The power to twist and squeeze but not feel the wrenching pain of your twists.
Now, te ask, what is left? Cruel, invisible energy. For a cruel, invisible world.
This is my first time Scrivere in stream of consciousness. I know it's short but don't judge me too harshly.
Energy.
Look hard. At everything that has a brother. A line of energy casts a connection between the two. The energy, with its harsh glares and cold looks creates the strongest and most complex bonds. Strong because of their brotherhood. Complex because of its invisibility. For there is power in invisibility. Cold, cruel power. The power to be a persecutor with no chance of being a victim. The power to twist and squeeze but not feel the wrenching pain of your twists.
Now, te ask, what is left? Cruel, invisible energy. For a cruel, invisible world.
This is my first time Scrivere in stream of consciousness. I know it's short but don't judge me too harshly.