I heard and saw
The lightning touching a tree infront of my eyes,
The thunder,
Even though it is silcenced,
Scares me more.
In the back of my head I am sure,
It is a sign to me.
Yesterday I asked god why the work wouldn't just break apart?
I was being hit,
And so more.
,,I hate that we look alike.
I will do plastic surgery.
She always say I should hang myself, I should day.
Why shouldn't she die?
Die, you die.
I would just cry for 3 day and then it is gone."
God I understood.
Please make it stop.
Copyright © Adna Demiri | Year Posted 2024
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