Hurt

Hurt

A Poem by Azsa Wild

Did I miss something
Does the truth no longer exist
Are we meant to be drowned in lies
Enjoy the unbearable desire to die

What did I do what did I say
Oh thats right
I wanted people to be ok
But ok is about control
Ok is about serving a higher purpose
The purpose of pushing to the edge of mental health
To steal from your own
To murder with twisting words

To be ok...
Doesn't mean anything that I was taught it did....

Target me that's ok
How about you use a bullet first
Because words mean nothing to me

Drag the innocence who decided to leave
Success and power is factual make believe
To manipulate to betray to play victim an deceive

It's to my left - to my right
It hurts my heart it hurts my head
But I feel like only a few of us
Actually see red....

A red that's about to turn black
And the other shadows can never go back...

© 2019 Azsa Wild


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The poem is pretty alright, maybe what you are trying to do with the word 'ok' doesn't really transfer to the reader, but other than that it is an easy read, can't say you've got the most optimistic mindset though :D

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Azsa Wild
Azsa Wild

Adelaide , South Australia , Australia



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