If love isn't pain,
Why does it feel this way?
Scratching, clawing desperately for your attention.
Do you even see me?
Do you know I'm here?
Give me an ounce of respect,
Just tell me how you feel.
Because I simply can't go on like this.
I can't force you to love me back,
So why are you making me?
Why are you testing me?
Does my suffering amuse you?
Is this one-sided, or is this real?
Please tell me.
Someone tell me.
I feel like I'm drowning again and I'm afraid I won't be able to surface this time.
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Bruised
Поэзия"You poisoned me with your potion, Hexed me with your love and devotion. Now I lay in pieces, broken and brittle." Bruised is a poetry collection for the broken hearts and disappointed souls. It speaks words of wisdom, words of pain, and words of ad...
