You told me you wouldn't care if I died
For you I guess it's all of the pride
The pride that you had to tell me that
And then find a girlfriend and propose to her a week later
Sometimes when I think back, I still wish I would've grabbed the razor
And slit my wrists so I'd bleed out
So now people wouldn't have to deal with me, without a doubt
But now, I'm bigger than that, and bigger than you
Because I had to mend my heart back together when you broke it in two
You don't know pain like that, I guess you never will
Because when it comes to breaking and hurts people
I guess you get a thrill
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Failed Relationships
PoetryI recently had a relationship that crashed and burned, so I thought to start writing about my failed relationships, so hopefully you can relate. Enjoy!
