Alone. empty. f***ed up.
I wonder if you hurt the way I do.
I was addicted to you like drugs.
and now that I'm coming down
I hurt.
All I want is to be happy
Is that so much to ask?
all I can thing about is you;
thinking about our past.
You were the first. and You'll be my last
But don't cry when you think of me
We both knew it wouldn't last.
We tried so hard not to fall apart.
But it didn't work out.
we both ended up with broken hearts.
I wish they could just understand how you made me feel
everything about us made me feel for the first time like I was real
So I take the blade and cut my wrist
bleeding out the pain I feel.
Laying down, I close my eyes
and pretend it was never real
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Hi,
I'll say a prayer for you. amen.
kkingdstyle
Very nice poem.
If the pain is real, then I can relate. Hang in there <3
Pretending gets us through a lot of s***t. If people would just be who they really are, instead of worrying about what others think, this world would be a much better place.
Sorry for your pain....hope its better now.