Im tired of hurting
Im tired of this heart break
This heart break is killing me
Slowly
Why wont it end
Why wont my suffering stop
Im tired of being hurt
When will you be tired of hurting me
Do you just see humor
Humor of me in pain
Im just a bundle of broken peaces
That cant be put back together
Im like a bundle of flowers
Im slowly dying
Every time your hand touches me
Ill die faster
Let me go
I never mattered.
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The Real Me, What I Feel, What I See
PoésiePoems that i make. They may be about my thoughts, actions, or just about anything i think of. Please don't judge, i know I'm not the greatest. Have a good Day
