Everyday
Will you ever just listen to me?
Go away and respect what I say?
Nothing ever stops you: my cries, my yells, my pleads.
You break things; you break me,
does it even matter?
As I lay down
I can see the broken glass
No respect for others
And it feels like a mass
Weighing down on my heart
You break the important things,
The things with meaning
I can tell when you leave,
You want me to be pleading.
I scream everyday
You just don’t hear me.
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