My Book of Poems

It Aint Perfect

You told me, "I love you."

I thought I loved you too.

Summer came,

It was never the same.

You would text,

But I would ignore.

One day it was "hi,"

Few hours later, it was "fuck u,"

I didn't know what I did wrong.

"What did I do?" I asked.

I wanted to cry when I got the message.

I was used.

He didn't love me.

How could I have been so stupid?

I cried for days,

Thinking what I could have done.

I eat a lot now,

And gain a whole lot of weight.

I just want it to be over.

I cry at night,

And pray for everything to get better.

I think of dying.

I've made my choice,

I am done.

I cut, until I feel nothing.

I am now dead.

I am happy now.

So is everyone,

Even my "friends".

I loved that world,

Not the cruel people.