Words have the meaning you put to them
Well I choose to make room for them
In my head heart and soul
I believe them to be true
But as my head well knows
Most people never show
The meanig behind their cruel words
For jokes, for laughs, for a moment of fun
They’ll go out of their way in their very busy day to make fun
Of my looks, of my beliefs, of my intelligence
Now, I know a few people who say that these lies are purely that
Lies that are told from someones fat ass
But I take them to heart
And that’s when I start
To gouge my arms open again.
Because I already know how I feel about me
There are a trillion things that I’d rather be
Than myself when I remember the words
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you put into words what i’ve tried a thousand times to do myself, and you did it so beautifully…
Apparently I breathe poetry. Alas tis a lost art in this era; confided to message boards and specialized websites alone. Those who care for the lost art are mocked or called old. I being old in mind but young in body hope that the age of true poetry returns to remove the filth that defiled the airwaves these days.