How could you call her such names?
How could you play so many games?
How could you watch her waste away?
How can you stand here today?
How do you brush it all off?
How do they not scoff?
How is your apology so insincere?
How do you not shed a single tear?
How did you laugh with such ease?
How do you not tremble with unease?
How could you forget your role?
How could you forget how she lost her soul?
How can you go on knowing what you've done?
How do you not see that you never won?
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Almost a poet
PoetryI'm trying my luck at poetry so it'd be great to get some feedback. Keep in mind that these poems are strongly related to depression, anorexia, and things of that sort. If you are recovering, this story is not recommended for you.
