We're like cancer to eachother, we keep coming back. No chemo could change that cold fact. You'll kill me in days if you don't go away. You're like a drug to me, I need you gone, I used to love you but it all went wrong. All the damage you did, just broke me down, I lived the rest of our days under a poisonus cloud. I wish that you weren't the acid rain that caused me all my pain. I heard from a little bird, that you still talk about her, the girl in flight who lost herself to suicide, but in light it showed you lied to me, told me i'm the only girl you need. I'm mysterious and sly, but I don't cry. You love me till I die, but I don't blink and eye.
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My Brokenhearted Self.
RandomOkay here are a few poems that I have written about my past relationships and one somewhat short poem about my depression. Please don't judge this because this is the first time I am actually letting people know about this type of stuff that I have...
