I grew comfortable with broken promises.
I grew comfortable with their lasting scars on my skin.
I grew comfortable with their shattering hurt on my heart.
I grew comfortable with their echoes of empty words in my ears.
I grew comfortable enough with them that I let them break me.
Now, a broken promise is just a promise.
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Hurtful
PoetryThis is about poems that I feel as tho I can relate to and I'm sure a lot of others can relate to. Just remember your never alone, there's always someone you can reach out to and talk to tell them how hard it is tell them how much you are struggling