Her tears are empty
Very existance meaningless
People have broken her
Nothing but a shell filled with darkness
Thoughts jaded
Hatred so deep it makes toxic fumes
Alienating everyone around her
Makes them question how life really is
Humans killing the human spirit
Makes death seem like a dream come true
We no longer desire to thrive
Diving into the abyss head first
Embrace the hate
There is no good
Where’s the god ive heard of
He aint in this hood
What if satan ruled the world?
There is no what if, because satan, he is you.
(Disclaimer: sorry if it doesnt make sense or is horrible. My therapist wanted me to write a poem and i hadnt written 1 since like 2003 lol)
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Makes perfect sense!
Thanks im glad u think so. I wont know what she thinks til next monday lol i suspect ill get an eyebrow raise from her
how’d it go?
I havent seen her yet, see her this coming monday. Im gonna let her read my journal too, to which my poem is also in it. I wont even mention it, while she reads.
I like the last line…”Satan, he is you.” Interesting concept that we are in denial about the true source of evil. Not that I buy the whole fairy tale of a fallen angel being responsible for all that ails the world…I don’t, because it points to how powerless the same fairytale “god” is, that he has no control over Satan. Blah blah blah, don’t want to get started on religious drivel, I just like that we conveniently overlook our own capacity for evil and blame it on “satan.” We’re as evil as it gets.