He stole my heart, and I let him.
He slowly tore it apart for a year and a half, and I let him.
He sold the pieces to his friends, and I let him.
He finally got tired of my heart and threw the remains in my face, and I let him.
YOU ARE READING
Can't you see I'm Hurting Inside?
PoetryDo you know what it's like to be laughed at and told you're worthless? To feel so much pain that it affects your lifestyle and the way you act towards the people you Iove? I've been on one hell of a ride and can't find a way off...
