It hurts the most because you left.
I told you don't leave.
I feel like vomiting.
It hurts like a cut on my skin.
Oh how it does wear thin.
I needed you to hold me.
Tell me it will all be fine.
But no.
You had to go.
YOU ARE READING
Midnight Thoughts
Poetry-I hate how I'm still here- -staring at the stars littering the sky- -watch how differently they treat us- -love is possible but it's so hard to find- -don't trust the voice in your head- "these are my midnight thoughts, I write them down and re...
