I give up on fighting , I give up on the arguing , I give up on trying to make you understand that I'm hurting.
Go out all night , don't text me in days , don't call me at all , don't make time for me. That's fine , because I'll be here , sitting in my room , thinking about what you're doing , who you're with , if you've found something that makes you smile and gives you butterflies like I used to. I promise baby , I'll be here , with you stuck in my brain , looking at the scars near my veins , feeling my brain blister because I just give up.
I'll be your slave , I'll be quiet and agree , even though it's not me , just don't leave me broken in pain , just don't leave me like everyone else did even though they promised they wouldn't. I swear baby I'll be here , in the house all day , waiting for you to show me the slightest bit of affection while I patiently wait for you to call , text , visit. Anything baby , I cross my heart , just don't leave me.
YOU ARE READING
Lonely , depressed and well dressed
PoetryA series of poems written by yours truly , in these poems I share my thoughts and my story of a teenage girl who grew up in a family that soon became broken before my own eyes , a little girl who grew up too fast in a world of lies , drugs and bad i...
