you didn't ever deserve me, ella.
if i survived this
if i felt half as much as i did during this
you'd still be such a little speck in comparison
good job, you moron
you can't do shit to break me
being this idea to think about in spite of
i now know you never should have had me
in the first place
not one bit did you deserve anything i had
if i lived through that
if i gave my mind to the cause and furthering my resilience
and you couldn't give me the time of day to try
clearly shows me how little you deserve.
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I'll Be Fine (pt. 2 of 2)
Poetrypoetry showing my stress. relieving, coping, really. continuing to add poems, sometimes daily. use this as place to talk about your own frustrations and dances with pain and strife
