How is it that you get to keep hurting me? You lie to me about something everyday as if I'm not connected to everything you are and can't feel when somethings wrong.
Even the way your friends act around me prove to me how you really feel. I mean nothing to you compared to them. You treat them like diamonds and me like a sack of rocks. Maybe it's what I deserve so can I really complain?
You've told them my secrets. You've bullied me along with them. You've given yourself away. You say horrible things to me and then act like you've done nothing wrong.
I see the way you are really. You don't love me. You don't really want me. You prove that to me every day that I observe you. You ignore me, forget about me, lie to me and you say bad things about me to those around you.
I'm nothing with you and I'm nothing to you. I'd rather feel like nothing alone that feel like nothing and feel alone with you.
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Spilled Milk
PoetryA collection of poems and diary entries from a brilliant yet troubled mind and a passionately pumping & bleeding, hurting & healing heart.
