Now I have you.
You can't take anything away from me now.
It's my turn.
It's my turn to show you the pain and suffering I felt when you did that
.I loved you.
I loved the way you would show up at my house just to say hello.
The way you taught me some of my favorite things.
I trusted you.
Now you're here.
And I'm going to make this hurt.
YOU ARE READING
The Song of Whispers
Poesiaa collection of poems written by me and my friends. TW: suicide, self-harm, EDs, Grooming, Rape, and topics similar. I am not responsible for anything that might happen to you during or after you read this. You have been warned.
