“I hope you get better”
“forget it all”
“When will you be better”
Our kindest words hurt the ill
Like a bus I wish not to take
Let me off at the next stop
But my mind is like a race
You wish for me to suffer in silence
You don’t want to hear of me
My mind like violence
Hurting me so and holding me hostage
I do not wish that you suck the venom from my skin
I only wished you listened to the suffering within
I just want to talk; poor out my feelings
Before I drown without even screaming
I cannot take another battle alone
So when you say “I hope you get better” it’s like shooting a gun through ill intentioned bone
©medusas_
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