No Good. Not Good-bye’s
+8We love,
Oh we hate.
Tighter knots so you will suffocate.
Ah, you hide your identity.
You hide your name.
If they knew who you were..
You would never be the same.
“It is all your fault.”
That is what people keep saying.
You write these words.
These words do not speak, they sing.
Think about what you are doing.
Think about everything you have got.
Push your chair away..
Loosen that knot.
This poem was written/submitted by Psuedonymous Fog.
