I loved him with every bit of my heart,
And when I had given him every last piece,
It stopped being enough.
I no longer held any value to him -
My worth spent in stollen kisses and empty promises.
Months of my life and pieces of my soul
Wasted on a house that cannot be my home.
Now I am empty and forgotten -
My soul and heart in disrepair, aching for a love that wasn't real.
For a love that I still feel.
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Private Thoughts of a Depressed Teen
PoetryThis is just a collection of poems I've written throughout the years. Yes, I know most of them suck. Yes, I know almost all of them are personal. I'm just putting these up because I feel like maybe some people could relate them and feel a little les...
