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Pour the knowledge into my brain, For what a pity it would be For me to learn in turn for me, So pour it in, I'll spray it out, and so on until I'm insane. I can regurgitate ideas!
Dear You, I'm Sorry. Based on A True Story. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Do not look upon my face Love, why doth you look with pity My chest is filled with hallow space Looking in your eyes, I feel so guilty I'm sorry that I left you behind Filled with tears of all the wrong kinds
It's something we want no one to feel for us Yet something we feel for others My pain shouldn't be something others feel bad about I have healed the wounds I have on the inside weather they are seen or not
What’s worst about this whole ordeal Is not that you are gone, Nor that the words you said to me Were just to put me on, But really that your parting voice Did quiver in its tone –
You judged me
He said, 'I pity that old woman, ' but ran away when she asked for help.
Would you just suck it up already? The complaining, the whining, the pouting, the absolute insanity. You don't know how good you've got it. You're ignorant to those who suffer.
Locked inside my skin When no one understands All that hate and sorrow Fill my dying bones again ……………………………………………..
The icy wind peels back your outer core Unprotected; as you were from the moment The contractions won and you tasted Bitter, bloody air. You close the door. Turn, and face the face of pity. Snarl at it.
Hay me, What sadness this is. Life in itself A pitiful journey. The contradiction. The hate, What an odd place this. What an odd place.
Turn your eyes from me I don’t need your pity I’m not some helpless puppy Your generosity is anything but kind Leading me astray; playing tricks on my mind