I lose it all when I'm with you.
We argue nonstop.
You give me all of your bullshit.
You put me down and tic me off.
So this is it you blew your last chances.
Don't ever call me or talk to me.
This is goodbye until you realize you are such a goddamn Brat.
YOU ARE READING
My thoughts
PoetryI don't do anything that I write in my poems they are for the people are going through depression and thinking about suicide. Some of the poems are about my feelings and thoughts.
