Before you,
I flourished.
After you,
I am malnourished.
You didn't keep me alive,
You rooted for my death.
I needed you to give me reason,
Now I take my last breath.
You could've saved me,
But instead you let me go.
Now I suffer in agony,
Waiting on death row.
YOU ARE READING
Bruised
Poetry"You poisoned me with your potion, Hexed me with your love and devotion. Now I lay in pieces, broken and brittle." Bruised is a poetry collection for the broken hearts and disappointed souls. It speaks words of wisdom, words of pain, and words of ad...
