You left.
No goodbye.
No sorry.
You left.
And I wonder,
If you ever cared.
You left.
I can't breathe,
But I can bleed.
You left.
You are not
Who I thought you were.
You left.
I don't regret,
Loving you.
You left,
Me.
Crying.
Screaming.
Bleeding.
Hurting.
Aching.
You left.
YOU ARE READING
Maybe it Will End
PoetryWARNING TRIGGER Just a collection of poems that are written about self harm and depression. All poems written by me unless said otherwise Cover by lilydawnxx
