Shut up.
'K?
I didn't mean them, I meant your kind. 'Dramamakers'.
Btw you can't be mad on me! You fucked up! Not me.
I'm so done!
Why the fuck are you correcting me on these kinds of days?
Go correct the doctors, tell them it isn't bad at all! Tell them she won't leave us!
I can't have your drama too!
So cut it already!
You're angry at me, you hate me, so why even talk to me?
I just want to sleep without thinking about you, her, and them.
No not 'Her'. I don't even think about her anymore. So yeah.
Fuck it, fuck you.
And shut up.
YOU ARE READING
Broken Stories
PoesíaThis is a book full with poems. Poems with me in it. They're not really poems, they're just my thoughts. Things I want to say out loud, but things you just can't say.. --- I don't want attention, I don't need attention, I'm just putting this poems...
