I was told that I was worth fighting for. That was what I was told before... I got ghosted.. Did you know I saw the stories that you posted? That was it. Your very last message to me. Your soul said "It was time for a change, wouldn't you agree?" I tried to stay silent and not give you attention. Keep it all in, everything I wanted to mention. Like that matters anymore, you made it clear I wasn't worth fighting for. The silence that's been created sounded like the loudest roar. You abandoned me, at my own spot. I simply can't accept that you just "forgot". Because I was once cherished, once told I was the end prize. Only to find out that I set the plot for my own demise. But alas, I'm in my room, just trying my best to figure out what to do. Arguing and violence don't do anything. Maybe put me in a casket, or an institution or something. But I can only hope that the pain and heartache was worth it my darling.
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My Side of the Story Vol. I
PoetryInspired by Eminem and Celia Martinez This is my story.