𝑊𝑜𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑂𝑓𝑀𝑦𝐺𝑢𝑛
Just because you tricked me,
doesn't mean my heart let go,
you took a knife,
to break what's been broke.
Just because you tried,
doesn't mean I forgive,
you killed something dead,
to make up for your sins.
Just because you've got a gun,
doesn't mean I'll give you bullets,
you stole from my corpse,
but they've been wasted on myself.
Just because you're hell,
doesn't mean I've gone down,
for you I had fallen,
for me I'll be rising.
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𝑃𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑃𝑜𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑦
PoesíaThese are poems about falling apart, written at a time I'm falling apart myself. Due to many mental illnesses, I've been diagnosed with, I still wasn't able to live my life and I actually wish to not live at all. I decided on wanting to express thes...
