Don't you dare tell me to be happy.
Your the reason for my pain.
Don't you dare tell me to forget.
Your the reason I can't.
Don't you see
You helped break me
But don't worry
I'm fine
YOU ARE READING
The broken
PoésieThe stinging burn of the water from my fresh cuts. The hot salty liquid streaming down my red hot cheeks. The times I am in so much pain that I can't even cry anymore.
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Don't you dare tell me to be happy.
Your the reason for my pain.
Don't you dare tell me to forget.
Your the reason I can't.
Don't you see
You helped break me
But don't worry
I'm fine
