It felt like I was being ripped to shreds when you left
When all those promises you said you would keep
And all those nights we would stay up and talk
All those meant nothing, I meant nothing
I'm being ripped apart piece by piece
As I question who the hell I am anymore
Who the hell have I become to let someone close again
Being ripped into until as small as atoms,
Until I've nothing left except the broken shell of who I am
Fuck you
Fuck you for not believing in me when I was there
When you had no family, no one to talk to
And now when you say,
we don't need to talk
Go away
I don't need you
No one wants to talk to me
I hope you realise that I will not be coming back.
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Hopeless Poet
ПоэзияI write about the world. Her, him, the places of meaning, aggression, compassion, or human nature. TRIGGER WARNING !! some poems talk about s*elf harm and su*cide. Please do not read if you are sensitive to such topics. I will try to put a trigger...
