Days Of Pain And Torture

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

taken from my book, "Blown Out Of Proportion"

Days Of Pain And Torture

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The dust and rain mixed together

As the world kept getting wet

I sighed with a moment of relief

When I got tangled up in fear

I ran with moments of laughter instead

Nobody wants to say a single word to me

They just wanna live their lives

Without me in them

And expect me to live mine

Without them in mine too

Well, I hope they all burn in Hell

But they won't

'Cause there is none

They just choose to create my world

As a Hell around me

'Cause they want me to suffer

Yeah, they hate it when I complain about it too

They don't wanna hear about it

They won't even leave a comment

Probably stopped even reading me

Put me on a friends' list on Facebook

And then completely have no interaction

__with me, at all, on there

No dialogs of communication,

__at all

And expect me to be fine in the real world

__when we see each other

Like they weren't creating a virtual distance

__from me

When they were

Then the meeting ends and nobody says

__a damned word to me

And blames it one me?

Fuck them!

They can eat shit and die!

Loot each others' houses

I don't care!

I'll be happy when the military

__declares World War 3 on them all!

Fuckin' bitches!

But this is just something to laugh at

Whatever

They won't stop holding my rants against me

So they will get no love from me

Even if I could give it

Which I can't

'Cause according to them

"Ugly people don't know how to

Love"

-

06-02-'20 #2

D. L. Cannon


Submitted: June 02, 2020

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