The bags underneath my eyes may have long since disappeared
But the pain in my chest only gets worse with the days and nights of fear
And if there is one thing I'd hate to tell you, my precious little dear
It's the truth, which burns in the dizzy atmosphere
And the walls, they just seem to close in on me
No getting out of this hell, no matter how hard I try, it seems
That the ones who told me they'd stay by my side
Threw me away in the drop of the hat
It hurts, cause you were the only reason I was trying.
YOU ARE READING
Words I Wish Somebody Had Told Me
PoetrySometimes, just a few simple words strung together in the heat of the moment make more sense than the entire world. Or, a collection of poetry written by yours truly.
