Just a poem I wrote:
Rejection
You can always feel people point.
The hatred pouring out of the tips of pointer fingers
Burns your flesh
Moving your insides
Until the hate is staring you right in the face
Laughing along
With the pointer
You can always feel being left alone
All your friends laughing
But you weren’t invited.
Later
They tell you of all the fun they had
With out you
Those aren’t real friends
But, then who are my friends?
You can always feel hated
They smile at you
But the smile isn’t real.
They want to make you feel well
But they can’t.
They only think of themselves,
And there feelings.
Never yours.
You can always feel alone
Your only friend
The razor lying on the rim
Of the white bathtub
Unused
For how long?
How much longer can you resist
The chaotic beauty of self harm?
You can never feel whole
You are spread out
Over all the people who have ever trusted
With your heart,
With your soul,
With you
They don’t know what they do to you
Because they don’t care
They will never care
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