Was it true or was it a joke cause l was in love but apparently you were you were using me as an exercise
guess l was another one of your game's but l have to ask do you miss me like l miss you fucked around and l got attached to you
l have these feelings but l guess you don't care about that shit said that you wouldn't but you fucken did broke my heart and l am here reminiscing about what we had
crying my eyes out can you see that l am hurting but you're blinded by your pride that you don't see how bad you have broken me
some say what's broken can always be fixed but l wasn't your fucken play toy now as we pass each other in the corridor as if we didn't know each other perfect strangers right
although we act as if what we had wasn't real the memories are still there fucking with my mind and l wonder were you hurt as bad as l was or was this never real to you truth be told you were hope a reason to live and die but now l am stuck on a world of pain with no purpose to serve
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Life is built on Pain and Sorrow
PoezieThis are short poems that i made myself about pain and depression