It's okay. I get it.
Actually I don't.
And it's not ok.
It's not okay that you tricked me
It's not okay you made me love you
It's not okay that you pushed me so far I put a gun to both our heads
It's not okay that you only loved me when I was high and submissive to you.
It's not okay that I gave you everything, and you took it all until I had no more to offer, then disposed of me like trash.
YOU ARE READING
Poems for the Mentally Damaged
Poetrya collection of poems I'm constantly working on. For those who know the suffering of mental health issues and those who humor my simple way of coping which is of course to write more poems to relate to from my darkest and saddest to the hopes of a y...
