Oh, I'm sorry!
Did me speaking my mind injure your pathetic ego?
Did it hurt being knocked down lower and lower every time you open your mouth?
Because it hurt me when you said you loved me and I realized later that you didn't mean it in the slightest.
It hurt me when you claim to care when in reality you don't give a damn whether I'm alive or not.
Did it hurt when I shut you out? when I wouldn't pick up the phone or answer any messages?
Well get over it, because while you were living life like normal, I was trying to patch up the holes in my soul that you ripped open.
You worry about your rent or bills and getting paid, going about like nothing's wrong, while I'm trying to hold together what little is actually left of me after you caused so much damage.
You have no idea what goes on behind the scenes.
Then again, did you ever even care in the first place?
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Words From a Broken Soul
PoetryThis is stuff I wrote when I had deep moments of depression, inspiration, pain, and what I wrote to keep myself from relapsing. This is an inside look to my inner-self. Enjoy it and make sure to leave me feedback!
