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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required It’s funny how you have no remorse I’ve studied this well, I have taken your course. Forgive! You say, As if I haven’t forgiven you of all the pain that you put me through. How? You wonder, After all you weren’t there right? Well that’s the point. You never even put up a fight. I searched the world for you And every time I ended up bankrupt. I screamed your name On dark nights of despair But that’s just it You were never there! Now you call and speak of the "weather" And the “perilous times” Completely oblivious and narcissistically blind. I am a shell of a man A men in a shell The external you compliment Knowing nothing of my hell. And yet again you talk of the weather As more time just goes by. Your shameful pride as possessed your being Is this what you call breathing? Where were you when the blades dug into my pasty, porcelain skin? Or the times when I was being mentally raped over and over again? Where were you when I had to say my goodbyes? When I was so high, I set fires in the sky? Where were you when I was overdosing on fields of pain? And the madness became my name The madness became my NAME! Where were you???????????? But you call And I cringe. It’s as if I am injected by a syringe filled with questions None I can ever ask you Because I would be told I don’t forgive. And the phone keeps ringing And you keep asking me about the weather. Whether you now it or not You’re still hurting that child in me. With your “How’s the weather?” “How is work?” Well screw your weather And screw your work You’re an emotionless monster Also known as A Jerk. Yet, I sit at night and watch the weather And I sit and watch as more time goes bye Not once did you validate What you did to me inside! So, how’s the weather? How’s the times? They’re passing Just like the lives you left behind. By: Sabina Nicole
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