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What is there?
What is there, that you don't see,
a poem about death, that makes me love,
a heart that comes together, but
one that breaks my mind...
Light shines through my soul,
and you don't see...none of you...
Simple line or verse written out
to show what I see, and how I see it,
a feeling that you can't have...and
one I share with you...
Nailbiting fear captures my dreams,
and hate I feel for you, you who
don't listen, you who doesn't care...
Lies are what you tell...everyone of you.
Poems of love you write, poems of caring,
yet not for me, yet not a word for me...
How dare you show me no compassion...
how dare you pull my heart out and crush it...
in front of you I bleed...in front of you I cry,
in front of me you laugh, and in front of me you kill...