Dear Diary,
It hurts so bad. I gave you my all.
while you whispered about my unprecedented fall
Yet, in a blink of an eye, i would pick up your call.
but why should i return to what made me feel small?Why would i go back to your jealousy fits?
someone who hisses, howels , and hits
Always comparing our young teenage hips,
nothing but negativity ever came from your lips.I'm tired of wasting brain space on this shell-
of a human being that put me through hell.
Maybe last year you laughed as i fell.
but now you no longer have anyone to tell.I wish you what you truly deserve.
what is that you may ask?
That's for you to observe.
YOU ARE READING
Letters From The Unhealed - POETRY
PoetryLetters to the ones I love, the ones I used to love, and the ones I haven't loved yet. From an unhealed soul. Letters from the Unhealed explores my personal young adult journey through poetry. Ever since the day I turned 18 the world seemed to hav...