They tell them
How devastated
I am about
What happened
To her and how
It's been getting
Used to having
Four instead of five
But what about
My story?
But what about
My point of view?
What about how
I really felt when
She left me?
When she left us?
How I painted my skin red
How I cried all my tears out
How I kept all these secrets
That would hurt all the people
I love and hate and know and don't know
A/N. AHHHHH!!! I'm sorry this poem sucks! I just wanted to let things out you know?
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Shorts, Poems, and Imagines
Poetry"It's exhausting to fight a war inside your head every single day." -Micki Ann
