What Now?
How can I get up,
if you're still on top?
Tell me to stop hoping
so my heart will stop scarring.
I know we're done
and the love was already gone
You left nothing but a jar,
a jar that was full of pain and scars.
BINABASA MO ANG
Poems for the Brokenhearted
PoetryI was left broken and feeling unwanted. Now, I wrote what I felt when all the boys I loved left me broken.
