Your silence cuts me deeper
than the harshes curses
spat into my face
I need to feel your touch
even if hurled in hatred
Longingly I stalk the courtyard
Yearning to see you
but you are never where I can find you
Hungrily I seek to fulfil these cravings
the emptiness only deepens
I look like I’m having so much fun
Dancing, kissing, smiling
But I’m dying
I simply get dirtier
hatred spills like fire
venom erupts from inside me
I am poison
I am the lonliness that leads to desperation
I am the walking plague
I do anything to feel loved
but in the morning they will not call
and your friends will tell you what they saw
and you will hate me…I hope
or do I not matter enough for that?
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