But what can I do?
I still love you.
You change your face,
Like a slut changes guys.
From the nicest to the worst,
You've got many fronts.
But I still run after you,
Seeking your approval.
You shout back at me,
But I follow.
Only like a helpless child.
I understand though,
What you faced in life.
Your family had been ripped apart,
I can only imagine the damage to your heart.
You were my age,
When life spat at your face.
Like its doing to me now,
Only ten times worse for you.
You lost your foundation,
You fell apart.
That was only the start,
To a million more problems.
You pulled at your hair,
Not even hiding the despair.
Life hasn't been fair,
At least that's one thing we share.
Even if we'd die to claw at each other right then and there.
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My Painful Plea
PoetryI worry about things, and they make me cry. There are those days when I keep saying, why? I blame it on myself, for all that pain. When I got confused and picked the wrong lane. Poems I write, may mean no shit to you, but to me.. They're my handke...
