Lose The Game Poem by something changing

Lose The Game



cut inside
nowhere to hide
away from the lies
of their prying eyes
they pick and they poke
like it's some kind of joke
until you pull the rope
and hang from the trees
or fall to your knees
and they stare while you bleed
nobody cares
hell no they don't care
they never were there
to take their share
of the hurt and the pain
they just ran away
to hide from the shame
and leave you to play
and lose the game

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