Dear Diary,
Lovesick has never felt more real
Tears and vomit coming out like steel
My heart is wounded and cut
Locked in a cage and thrown away like a mut
He told me he loves me, he wants me
Yet when i look at him it doesn't make me happy
Sure I want him, he's the best
But i can't stand here and continue to bare my chest
When I know deep down that he's not the dove
No matter how much I'm in love
I've never felt something more cruel
Then this world I constantly duel
Why can't everything work out
I'll try not to fret and pout
But something has to change
My loving heart can't survive this shooting range
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Letters From The Unhealed - POETRY
PoetryLetters to the ones I love, the ones I used to love, and the ones I haven't loved yet. From an unhealed soul. Letters from the Unhealed explores my personal young adult journey through poetry. Ever since the day I turned 18 the world seemed to hav...
