You Say “Sorry” Like It’s Going Out Of Style

Such a sad sorrow,
to wander alone all over
Pity falls into the hands
of those who mistake a listening ear for empathy
Most deny this and create a void to shadow –
the regret they feel for themselves
And the words they wish they had spoken
before choking on a hate to which they use to spell their morals

Judgement is alive
with desire to divide
You’re not a martyr, don’t do me any favors…
I wish I could tell you the truth,
But it will never be enough.

It’s a constant ache in the temples –
deep breaths to save the soul
But what do you do when you’ve grown too old?
(a low pulse with a beat you just can’t revive)

Despite is a life
with desire to divide
You’re not a martyr, don’t do me any more favors…
I wish I could do more to prove,
But I will never be as good as you.

Who would want to live like this?
Having become too cold…
A repetitive story that has already been told
You’ve heard it before.
What is different is the lies scrolled
in between the lines you wrote
and then erased because it was all just too sad –
(making up for what we once were, and what we always forgot we had)

 

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Unfriendly Strangers

When demons spark;

True colors show,

When least expected.

The woes,

And a childish pose,

Put onto others

Cannot make one stronger.

Brings out the bitter,

Surrounding clouds of hatred.

Negative sounds;

Attempts to shut others up.

“Pull us down – we are not worthy”

You want us to cry out.

To blend into a wall;

To go by unnoticed amongst it all,

Stands without reason…

You will fall.

Burdens pursuits – heading down dark paths,

Unbearable partnership groups.

Standing up for oneself

is not the same as defending yourself

with sharp knives

and accusations;

Wallowing pity.

Here is the unshakeable proof,

Corrupted and spiteful immature youth.

Never real or true.

Friends once,

but maybe never.