I'm not sad I'm mad not mad at you but me for not being mad at you I've racked my brain a hundred times to think about how I felt and all it went back to was that night when the words left your mouth I saw them leave and yet I couldn't process it and when it did I thought back to the time when I said that you wouldn't ever say anything mean and yet when the words left your mouth and finally made it's way in to my brain I couldn't think I couldn't feel it was all nothing and it's been two years but when I think back to the night I want to remember the way it felt the way it hurt I'm not giving you the satisfaction to know you changed me because I'm bitter but I'm not mad at you and I don't get it I should be so angry that it makes me cry I should want to hit you every time I see you look happy after that but I can't and I don't and you won't see this and that's what hurts not you
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Broken little life poems for the broken
PoetryWriting to hep people who might feel like I do or people that need comfort if you need to talk just message me and I'll listen
