°κay
I never know what I do wrong
But it’s okay
I never know what to do or say
But it’s okay
You help shaped me
And it’s okay
They want to kill me
And it’s okay
They used to be happy when they saw me
Regret
I obviously hurt them
Selfishness
I did something wrong
Obliviousness
They hurt me
Villainy
They want to kill me
Villainy
I just wanted to reach out
Curiosity
But they pulled at me instead
Pressure
I won’t be here forever
Relief
So, I can’t hurt anyone else
Guilt
And they can’t hurt me
Fear
The nightmares will stop
Future
And you won’t see me anymore
Past
I just didn’t know what to say
Mistakes
I didn’t know when to say it
Mistakes
It was a mistake
MISTAKES
Mistake after mistake…
After mistake…
After mistake…
After mistake…
After mistake…
And you just want to kill me I guess?
Do I exist? Not forever,
But it’s okay…
Your fucked up
He’s fucked up
She’s fucked up
It’s fucked up
Only me am I fucked down
Down into the scum so hard by myself
And the blood sucking leeches of this world
No sympathy, no understanding, no mercy for my pain
But it’s okay…
I don’t want it anymore.
Keep that toxic waste away from me like the hero you are
Leave me with my demons once more
I’ll just continue telling myself…
That’s It’s okay,
It’s okay,
It is okay,
It was okay.
About this poem
Life will never notice, no one will ever notice, so I just got to keep saying that it'll be okay.
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Written on September 30, 2021
Submitted by iXnullified on October 01, 2021
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Closest metre | Iambic trimeter |
Characters | 1,268 |
Words | 246 |
Stanzas | 1 |
Stanza Lengths | 63 |
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