You hurt me with those words.
Calling me worthless and fat.
Calling me useless and pathetic.
You are hurting me and I simply cannot go away from you.
I tell you to stop but you ignore my pleas.
Telling me that I no one loves me. I will never know what love truly is.
You simply go on throwing your harsh words towards me,
they cut me so deep that I could see my wounds growing deeper.
When you see me on my knees, you smirk and look into my eyes telling me that I deserve every cruel word.
I slowly raise myself from the floor and stare in the mirror and you are still there staring at me.
I give you a weak smile and open the door to face the people.
- my true enemy has been me along
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Bittersweet
PoetryI have always been told I am bittersweet. Bitter to the touch but sweet to never be forgotten.
