Sharona anonymous

1998 -Belgium
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I am not happy
How can I listen to what you say?

You talk about different bones
I think "why can't I laugh?"

you talk about my attitude
I ask myself "why am I here?"

You are explaining about blood
My thoughts are drowned in myself
My eyes that feel heavy and swollen
The darkness that takes over my body from my toes to my heart, it grips my heart until it cannot beat anymore

You are angry and find my attitude offensive?
But you do not see how the black tar flows into my body
It takes over my eyes, heart and mind, it strangles me

The tar attacks you, not me

Please comment, I would really like to learn.
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