apperently I am only capable of writing depressing stuff apparently :/
and for once a poem that isn't inspired by my current situation, but rather past ones
yah tell me what you think; first time I've written anything in ages, and I'd love any suggestions or critique :)
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Sticks and stones
And blackened bones
Your words forever burning

Wounds will heal
But scars reveal
A tale deeply concerning

Searing pain taken
Stability that's been shaken
Why is it me whom you are spurning?

For the things I've done
For what you think is fun
These lessons you have me learning

I've tried to be strong
But you've proved me wrong
A failure that keeps returning

Thoughts in my head
Sound like the dead
What exactly are you earning?

Watching for reasons
But I'm fading like seasons
My thoughts continue churning

Looking for a solution
To escape your word pollution
Endlessly searching for the respite I'm yearning

Is there an end to what you will do to me?
What will it take to set me free?
Free from your hate that's forever burning