Firmly I don't know what to do.
You say you're obsessed with me.
Is that true?
Then you talk to other girls,
Because you aren't mine.
I know your not.
And we can't be...
But it hurts when you talk to other girls
Jealous tangles sweety around me.
You make me want to bleed.
You make me feel like I'm someone
That I'm not alone, that maybe I am someone's whole world....
Until you do it again.
YOU ARE READING
poems for the broken
General Fictionpoems that come in my mind about anxiety depression self harm suicide eating disorders torture love heart break life death...ext
