four fucking words.
why do we have to be fucking partners in this project?
why did you have to sit next to me, why not sit next to taylee?
WHY ME??
then why talk to me and ask what we're supposed to do.
WHY NOT TAYLEE?
then when i ask what part you want to do,
those fucking four words.
"i don't really care"
in that mellow tone.
the tone and words that made me cry myself to sleep and cut my legs and wrists like a fucking peice of paper.
the tone and words that made me question my life and if you loved me.
the tone and words you would awnser with whenever i would ask you what you want to do,
what you want to watch,
the tone and words you would end our conversations with that made me knew it was time to stop talking and leave you alone because you were already sick of me after a couple minutes.
the tone and words that made my heart break every time i heard them.
the tone and words that traumatized me and gave me borderline personality disorder.
if you don't care about everything i ask, do you care about me?
no you didn't.
why did when i heard those words, everything felt like old times.
my heart sank, but started racing within the same seconds those words escaped those lips i once wanted to kiss.
my palms got sweaty and shaky,
my voice broke.
i didn't know wether to speak, put my earbuds back in to drown you out, or slap you across the face.
this is just day 1 of 2 months.
dear olivia,
i know you hate me but,
please don't re traumatize me.
YOU ARE READING
Trauma Poetry
PoetryPoetry about a girl named Olivia that traumatized me basically just me venting lol huge credits too @eren_spring bc i used a few of her poems<3 check her out she's amaizng
