The Book Slams Shut
Tell me would I be more beautiful-
If I spoke just like you?
Would I be more willing-
To do the same things that you do?
Superficial and dead;
Yes dead to the core.
Feelings are overrated-
They just seem such a bore!
I felt them all once
Yes, I felt them before
And, then I felt as if I were dying
As if I were Death's Little Wh*re!
So I gave up emotions
I became cold and displaced
I wiped all the tears
That were streaming down my face
I couldn't handle emotions
In love, then in hate
So I ran from my feelings-
I won't be my heart's bait!
Rage now ensues,
Sometimes I feel it.
Yet, even my anger-
I can't seem to reveal it
Life is so fickle
Everything just seems FAKE
That is why it is this world
That I now realize I HATE
I just want to cut myself
To see if I'll bleed
This book now is finished!
It wasn't worth THE READ
So I'm slamming it shut
Yes, I toss it to the ground
No hate has been lost...
And, no love has been found!
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Dark Lyric Poetry by The Dark Artist Nicole Settimi
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