Your white rage
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C.j. Hardcore Pansy Shoot Me, I'm A Newbie ![]() Age: 35 Gender: Female Posts: 97 ![]() | Mercy indented, your hated heart has gotten you nowhere And what has become of us? We make up unsatisfying excuses to avoid the question Your difficult I’ve strained my patience long enough, now it’s your turn Intoxicate my veins with vicious remarks And disguise your hatred with an immense form of laughter My love, where do we go next? It’s typical, you’re the lie that never wears away And I’m the sympathetic tragedy that mourns the pain I’m hiding my headaches, my rage You’re stabbing the very nerve that I cling onto when nothing else matters Do you smile at my attempts to erect a sense of calling? A devilish sensation has washed over you Where’s the boy I fell for? Your fingertips no longer trace the heart along the creases of my hands Your smile no longer appears across your face That loving kindness no longer warms my burdened heart Resurfacing, I begin to understand who you really are You’re stubborn You’re fake You’re a liar You’re nothing I’m beginning to see that time on you, was time I wasted That in the end, lying through all the promises, I was hurt anyways You wore my heart on a string Easily breakable, so delicate, and you let it fall And as I walk away, I know that you won’t think about my hurt That your bitterness has gotten the best of you And no sympathy dares to cross you enraged mind You’ve drowned yourself in a numbing apathy You can’t pull yourself out, no one can Or at least you won’t admit it Disappointment only fills my restless and enduring mind And I’ve watched you for sometime, Pacing endlessly, shouting constantly, so caught up in life that you forget that I’m still here That even though it’s ended, I’m still here But now I’m the enemy, the one you have to hate Your anger only pushes me away I’ve tried, but you keep pushing my friendship away And I’m getting tired of waiting for your response What’s there for me? Your apathetic heart burns through my skin Your rage burns my poetic eyes Difficult, my veins are throbbing with a static pain Where’s the boy I fell for? |
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