A Poem by sadistic poetry

But it’s the lies we convince ourselves to believe

That eventually end up killing us


The pain becomes so deeply engraved in your bones that 

You can’t even cry anymore

You become so used to the pain that you become numb

And no one can describe the pain

Not even yourself


And it’ll slowly become harder to 

Wake up in the morning and it’ll become harder to

Fake a smile and it’ll become easier to 

Plan ways to kill yourself and it’ll become easier

To let go


The sun will still shine

The birds will still sing

The flowers will still bloom

And she will still smile

While she’s fighting wars in her mind



I stopped caring when you said 

you hate me

Because at the end of the day I realized 

I hate me too


© 2017 sadistic poetry

Author's Note

sadistic poetry
some of my early work (2013) yes I have a depressive writing style and no I don't need any negative feedback

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Added on September 30, 2017
Last Updated on September 30, 2017
Tags: sad, depression, life, poetry, sadness, poem


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