So many tears,
For people who hurt me,
Lied, damaged, left, and burned me,
Leaving me broken for all to see,
For them to taunt,
Laugh,
And stare at me,
Hurt by the ones I loved,
Now there is pain,
Locked in my heart,
My scars and me,
Never to part.
YOU ARE READING
Wither
PoetryFrustration, Anger, Pain, And sadness, We're all dying from the m a d n e s s . -Our Generation, Wither --- This is my voice to the world.
