don't blame me
for your little slice of hell
or for the silence of the night
that breaks down your solitude
and makes you wish you were dead
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The Stages of Heartbreak and Grief of Who I Once Was
Poetryfreeform poetry describing the heartache of high school and college relationships and learning to navigate life alone
twenty six: dont blame me
don't blame me
for your little slice of hell
or for the silence of the night
that breaks down your solitude
and makes you wish you were dead
