I met the wrong people,
Oh yes I did,
I'm questioning if this is even legal,
All this heartbreak and evil,
'Cuz people keep stabbing needles,
Not into my skin,
But into my heart,
Which tears it apart.
The tears that run down my cheeks,
The sadness that lasts for many endless weeks,
All speak for themselves,
As through the walls of my heart,
The king of sadness dwells.
They pretend they don't know,
How much pain they've caused,
And no matter how much I stand up for myself,
They say I'm spitting nonsense.
They say they're as beautiful as a rose plant,
But the thorns is the only thing they grant.
I used to think that they were angels,
But how are they one if they're only baneful?
Lured me into they're trap,
And I seem to stay back,
Because my stupid heart hasn't learnt,
That they're unconcerned.
- - -
I've met A LOT of wrong people in my life. I made friends with the wrong people, I loved the wrong people, and I let them fool me into believing that they appreciated me and loved me as much I did them. I've shed a lot of tears because of them, but now I'm over them. I'm done being hurt, I'm done being scared, and most importantly, I'M HELLA DONE WITH PEOPLE WHO DON'T DESERVE ME.
And as I always say, YOU ARE NOT ALONE. I'm here for you. Though I'm a person you met online and you probably don't even know my real name, I'm there for you if you need to talk to somebody. I'll always respond to you no matter what. Hang in there sweetie, everything will go well.
ESTÁ A LER
Aren't we all just sad?
PoesiaThis book is a combination of many sad poems written by me to bring peace to your souls. I've written them on common problems so that we all can relate to these poems and don't feel like we're the only ones going through them. And just want to let y...
