Shattered and broken.
Her soul and heart.
Destroyed and scattered all around the room by her so called "love."
He didn't care for her.
He didn't love her.
He was using her.
To win a bet.
To seem like a "good boy."
To make his ex jealous.
To keep his reputation pure and healthy.
While on the sidelines, he had others just like her waiting for him.
They believed his lies.
When she found out, she hated herself for believing the lies, the cheesy words.
Everyone was right.
Once a player, always a player.
Now while her glass is empty and his is full, he is laughing while she is aching.
He's okay and she's broken.
Love... a four letter lie..
No amount of therapy, medication, alcohol, drugs, or help can fix her.
Broken beyond repair..
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I'm Just tired
PoetryThe word "suicide" have been passed around and even appeared in my mind before. What causes "suicide"? Bullying. Abuse. Depression. Pain. Neglect. And so on. These are some of my poems on suicide and the thoughts that have passed through my head. I...
