So many questions I want to ask.
Was any of it real?
Was everything you said a lie?
Did you ever actually care about me?
Or was I only an object for your ego?
Was I just something to pass the time?
Did I truly mean anything to you?
You act like it's no big deal.
Like it's just another day for you.
Which fine you move on fast good for you.
But what really hurts is I tell you goodbye.
And you don't even care enough to say it back.
Seven months I was there for you.
Through everything you did to me.
And you don't even have the heart to tell me goodbye.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry To Help Heal
PuisiThis isn't like my other poetry booklets, it's not twisted, horror, morbid or dark. It will most likely be depressing, but I've gone through a lot in the last several months, and writing is the only way I can deal and cope with it all. My poetry hel...
