I feel sick when I see you
You come to me with your problems
& I will forever help you
I still care about you
do I think things could be repaired?
Things would never be the same... with or without you
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Why does this hurt to fucking much?
Why is their a weight in my chest
With flames set to my heart?
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There is no good reason
Except that I still love you
I want to see you grow
I want to see you succeed
But every time I feel things are getting better
I get knocked down, trampled on, even torn apart
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Poetry Journal
PoetryThe following poems are deep and depressive. Some make the hair on the back of your neck stand up. Others overwhelm you in sympathy. All are personal to me, thank you for the reads. Any comments or personal messages will be responded to. Votes are...
