It hurts so bad. Someone you know becoming someone you knew. There's nothing you can do just sit tight and wait. The person you thought you knew is now someone you love to hate. You can argue and sputter or hold your breath until your face is blue. It's no use it's too late now. No hope for the future and avoiding the past at all costs. You wonder how you survived? No, really how? I'm feeling lost and I'm feeling faint. This is when I start to paint. Names, letters, and numbers galore. Blood dripping upon the floor. Body like a paint by numbers and hands shaking bad. Why have you still not realized? This, this is inside of my world of lies. The person you used to know was you and you just lost every shred of hope you've ever had.
-FlutterflyK
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PoetryOriginal poems and truths for the broken and lonely. Mostly inspired from books.
