8:53pm

woes and who the hell knows

its 8:53 pm

  another night broken down time and time again

more screams than love yous

more cries than hugs and whos

  arms do i hate the most

  they belong to the woman i needed, loves gone, a ghost

i think i hate the thing i do not possess

  not clothes or makeup, but i dont have my creators love, i confess

and she says its me and i know its me

  ive cried for so long all i know is cold to be

shes always first in line to pick a fight

  and she wonders why i never share with her, my light

why the hell do it seem

  like all i can do is dream

  for all the decorations and trinkets ill never redeem?

why the f**k do it seem

  that im always the blame, interrogated, my eyes under the shining beam?

im not this hateful, ive cried for the things i pained

  and i poured tears for the love i never gained

i count my shallow pocket of coins,

  in fear knowing that this hate would soon be ,to me, conjoined

i cried in pain of the freezing cold mist of lonliness

i cried for the times i hurt and slipped away to recklessness

i cried for my mistakes and still suffer unforgivemess

and long again for the dogs who led me to forget my helplessness

Author's Note

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