Poetry & Self-Awareness

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They don’t get it

And when I’m crying alone at night, they don’t get it

And when the pain is heavy on my chest, they don’t get it

I’ve felt so breathlessly and while I grasped for air, they didn’t even notice 

They tell me they love me 

But can’t even notice when I’m hurting in silence

I’m the dramatic one for expressing myself

I’m the crazy one for knowing my worth

I’m insane because I say what’s on my mind

But they never cared to stick around because I was the last thing on their mind

But when they ask me why I’m sad, they don’t get it

When they ask me why lonely I cry at night, they don’t get it

That many times I’ve opened up

Instead of understanding, they just brushed it off

But they have the nerves to ask me what’s wrong

But I hurt for so long…

And they never noticed

But see that was my fault

I waited for so long for them to notice

Waited for so long that I lost my focus

Cried so much I accidentally turned into a poet

The pain is the motive, I reached my lowest

I want to shut it down just for a moment 

A moment where the pain is gone and I am peacefully floating

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