Sometimes I ask myself if you're worth waiting for,
I might as well be honest.
Waiting every night for at least a text, or
Something to have faith in.
But honestly, what is faith,
When you've thrown it all way?
Wasting all your time to wait,
when you know your love was gone yesterday?
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Poetry by Luxy Suicidesx
PoetryJust a bunch of poems I wrote, covering several things I've went through in my life. Love, heartbreak, rape, depression, suicidal thoughts, cutting. Poetry is the best form of self expression. And I've been doing it for 5 years. So I guess it's time...
