Sometimes I wonder why I'm so forgiving.
People lie to me
Deceive me
Manipulate me
Make me think I'm important to them.
And then they leave
They always leave.
They wonder why I have walls
Maybe because everyone leaves
Or maybe it's just me.
Maybe they leave because they know I should be dead.
YOU ARE READING
The broken
PoetryThe 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.
