Dear record of my misfortune I was correct. Today I walked into class and saw a huge pile of letters on my desk. When I opened them I realized that it was hate mail. It was so stupid, people were getting angry at me for what I did to Jessica when it was her fault! They were saying things like : Die ईमो कुतिया, मतलबी die, bitchy whore. That last टिप्पणी दे doesn't even apply to me! I haven't even had my first किस and they are saying this stuff to me! There was one letter that was bot mean even though I don't know who sent it. Inside it कहा गुलाब are red violets are blue I don't now why they hurt you, if आप want I'll tell them to can it, all because I प्यार आप Janet. I don't know who wrote आप प्यार poem rhyme thing but I प्यार आप too!
Is It True आप Lie?
Is It True आप Hate Me?
Is It True आप Want Him?
Is It True You're My Best Friend?
Is It True आप Enjoy Hurting Me?
Is It True आप Like Me Crying?
Is It True आप Talk Behind My Back?
Is It True आप Tell People Our Bussiness?
Is It True I Hurt You?
Is It True आप Back Stabbed Me?
Is It True आप Let Me Believe The Lies?
Is It True आप Let Me Call आप My True Bestfriend When आप Weren't?
Is It True.....?
This is A Poem Hope Yuh Enjoy It Btw Tell Me What Yuh Think And This Is Just About Me Gettin Hurt After Being Stupid Enough To Believe Her Lies She Wasnt A True Bestfriend
Is It True आप Hate Me?
Is It True आप Want Him?
Is It True You're My Best Friend?
Is It True आप Enjoy Hurting Me?
Is It True आप Like Me Crying?
Is It True आप Talk Behind My Back?
Is It True आप Tell People Our Bussiness?
Is It True I Hurt You?
Is It True आप Back Stabbed Me?
Is It True आप Let Me Believe The Lies?
Is It True आप Let Me Call आप My True Bestfriend When आप Weren't?
Is It True.....?
This is A Poem Hope Yuh Enjoy It Btw Tell Me What Yuh Think And This Is Just About Me Gettin Hurt After Being Stupid Enough To Believe Her Lies She Wasnt A True Bestfriend
Her eyes were आग red,
as if they were
lit from anger.
I dont understand
why आप are
mad at me.
Why आप shoot
those harsh words
at me.
Aimed like bullets,
piercing my soul.
And It cant heal.
I never can dodge them.
The words hit me,
and I fall back.
My फ्रेंड्स ask me:
"What's wrong?"
"Can I help?"
But they cant help.
Because I dont understand,
why आप are mad.
Why do आप have to do
what आप do to me?
Why does it give आप
joy to harm me?
Why?
Why are people bullies?
Why dont my फ्रेंड्स take action?
Why cant आप tell me WHY?
as if they were
lit from anger.
I dont understand
why आप are
mad at me.
Why आप shoot
those harsh words
at me.
Aimed like bullets,
piercing my soul.
And It cant heal.
I never can dodge them.
The words hit me,
and I fall back.
My फ्रेंड्स ask me:
"What's wrong?"
"Can I help?"
But they cant help.
Because I dont understand,
why आप are mad.
Why do आप have to do
what आप do to me?
Why does it give आप
joy to harm me?
Why?
Why are people bullies?
Why dont my फ्रेंड्स take action?
Why cant आप tell me WHY?
Streetlamps, houses, gates, remotes, books, CDs and televisions. Brothers. Pairs. Each has a twin. In this chaotic place of materials the world has come to be, everything has a brother. But brothers are family. And family is connected somehow; if not द्वारा blood, then द्वारा what?
Energy.
Look hard. At everything that has a brother. A line of energy casts a connection between the two. The energy, with its harsh glares and cold looks creates the strongest and most complex bonds. Strong because of their brotherhood. Complex because of its invisibility. For there is power in invisibility. Cold, cruel power. The power to be a persecutor with no chance of being a victim. The power to twist and squeeze but not feel the wrenching pain of your twists.
Now, आप ask, what is left? Cruel, invisible energy. For a cruel, invisible world.
This is my first time लेखन in stream of consciousness. I know it's short but don't judge me too harshly.
Energy.
Look hard. At everything that has a brother. A line of energy casts a connection between the two. The energy, with its harsh glares and cold looks creates the strongest and most complex bonds. Strong because of their brotherhood. Complex because of its invisibility. For there is power in invisibility. Cold, cruel power. The power to be a persecutor with no chance of being a victim. The power to twist and squeeze but not feel the wrenching pain of your twists.
Now, आप ask, what is left? Cruel, invisible energy. For a cruel, invisible world.
This is my first time लेखन in stream of consciousness. I know it's short but don't judge me too harshly.
