I hate the way
that you twist my mind
and try to trap me in the walls of your confine.
When you embed
thoughts of worthlessness and hopelessness
into my head.
It makes me wonder
if I'd be better of dead,
instead.
And I hate the way I can't possibly unlove you
because I cry too much and care too much at the
thought of losing you.
You make me feel as though I'm never good enough.
Like if I were to leave, you'd just be better off without me.
But whenever I try
you invade my space
and feed my mind
with yet another lie.
You tell me you love me, and you try to justify it all.
For a moment, I start to think how can we possibly not be meant to be,
when the thought of leaving one day is slowly killing me.
Time heals all wounds is what they all say
And so I've decided that today I'll stay.
But I hate the way, I know I'll feel like this again another day.
But most of all, I hate the way you know just how to hurt my heart
— as if doing so were a work of art.
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Too much, too little, or never enough.
PoetryA collection of poetry written in reflection of a girl who is always labeled as too much, too little, or just never enough. ---------- There was a point in my existence in wish I once longed to no longer be. I tried to talk but was instead talked ov...
