I seen you today, for the first time in months. You look good, happy even, have you moved on ? Have you found someone else to manipulate and break just like you did with me ? Someone new to leave cold and lonely. To build up and make feel special just to break into thousands of pieces.
Why did you hate me so much? What did I do? And why do I still care. Your evil, your this black hole, a hole that once your in there's no way out. No matter how much you scream. How loud I screamed. And the ground it's covered in blood, from the others, and partly mine. You would leave for months. You would leave me in that hole. And the worst part wasn't the darkness or the blood or the tears I shed. It was the waiting, and the wishing, for you to come back and love me again. Just to come back.
Even now, months of being free from that dreadful hole. I'm still waiting.
I will always be waiting.
This is what you did to me, you left me waiting.
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Fighting for survival
PoetryPoems about fighting Fighting heartbreak, Fighting against the pain of Losing a best friend Fighting against the monster known as Mental health Fighting against yourself the cruel world But mostly fighting for survival
