I am the diseased.
chilled to the bone
No reason to be teased
but that's all that has been shown.
I'm stuck within my labels
and hidden in your minds
acceptance is a fable
That's made sure of by your kind.
Silenced by the glares
stricken by the tongue
frightened by the stares
and the notes they had sung
Weaker, weirder, easily scarred
The easy ones that you can frame
we are all already barred
please don't give us chains
The fault is of the innocent's
the blame can go to them
Truth is darker isn't it?
But it's a very fruitful friend.
The friends of the diseased
are the ones who hold us high
but never have a word
for when we want to die
The truth is no one cares
even if they say they do
In reality I think they are scared
of the ones that they scoff to.
The darkness is where we choose to lie
scaring only you, you who refuse to hear
we are the ones who cannot cry
and lost the will to shed a tear
And now it has caught up to you
the ones who dampened our life
because of you it has come to
a present, the ragged blade of a knife.
I am the diseased.
Goodnight. Forever.
Great poem <3
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