Do you even know
What you did?
Do you even know
How your words can cut
Like glass across my skin?
Do you even know what it's like
To feel yourself being ripped apart
Until there is nothing left you recognize?
Do you even know how hard it is
To collect the fragments
Of a shattered girl
And try to put them back to together again?
I guess a better question would be
Do you even care?
YOU ARE READING
how I feel
PoetryThis is a book containing the random poetry, or attempted poetry I have tried to write over the years. I don't even know if it's good, considering it is so wildly different from what I normally write, but I figured putting it out there cannot hurt. ...
