Untitled Number: 53
I'm so angry with all my loved ones hurt.
They have careless words and sometimes cruel intentions.
They spread their pain like a disease,
From one to another...there it goes.
I wish I could stop it!
It grows heavier as it flows.
It's becomes to much for one to bare.
I'm learning to step back,
And trying not to care.
It hurts to give up on family and friends,
But sometimes walking away will keep us in the end.
I don't want to hear their vicious words and devious lies.
Back and forth they spat.
Trying to hurt one another.
It angers me to see so much hurt drip from their tongues.
Yet, they care not!
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