i told you thati was broken and
you tried to fix me,
by hiding my scars
and my bruises.
but what you didn't
understand was
that i meant the flaws
you couldn't see. the ones
you can fix by loving me.
and i guess that
means you didn't
care enough to
actually see where i was
hurting.
-
i think my best friend
committed suicide
and honestly i don't
know what to do
YOU ARE READING
3am thoughts
Poetrysad- ass poetry by a sad- ass girl. lowercase intended. my poetry, copyright.