NaPoWriMo Day#7: Write a poem in which every line except the last is a declarative sentence, and the last line is a question.
They crush you with their words
Watching as your spirit falls
Grinning while you struggle to get up
Laughing when you fall over and over again.
Why do you still listen to them?
You know they’re wrong, they’re cruel
That their words pierce your soul
Sharper than glass drawing blood
Their laughter is cruel, malicious
They don’t care whether you rise or fall
Why do you still believe them?
They love watching you fail
They feed on your depression, your dejection
They crush you, tear you apart
Laugh while you fall, mock you when you try
Why can’t you still live without them?