I cant look at myself anymoreIm truely just lost
I cant say words
Because they always seem to be tossed
Im tired of being the damn problem
Your problem
But what can a girl like me
Do for a boy like you
When ive had enough
You cut my strings
But i blame only myself
I cry night after night
Just wishing to die and go to hell
I pray one day you fucking understand
I can only bend so much
Till i snap
I love you
But i dont think yours is the same
You do thing yet im to blame
Im tired
Im sick
Ive had enough
YOU ARE READING
The Girl Who Woke Up
PoetryShes waking up from life and opening her eyes to the truth about what life can really do.