Was it all an illusion?
did all I did mean nothing to you?
The times I helped you
when you were in pain,
all in vain
all down the drain
now you're with her, completely changed
"it's love", you claim.
YOU ARE READING
Angst angst and more angst.
PoetryWhere I try to write sad poems. //written in my young depressed era, republished for the memory
