You said I was crazy
You screamed that I was mad
I wish you would've seen
The way I saw you
You saw me as crazy,
But I saw you as a killer
You never gave me anything that proved otherwise
So why would I believe your lies?
You told me over and over
"Take the meds, you'll feel better"
When you knew they made me worse
You killed me
My personality,
My emotions,
My soul.
I knew you were gone
But sometimes I wish,
We could've gotten along.
YOU ARE READING
A Collection of Thoughts
PoetryJust a book of poetry. Nothing special. (You can request subjects for me to write about, just comment or DM me)
