Deceived,
Betrayed,
I knew better
than to think it'd be fair trade.
You lied
You never loved me
Destroyed by your words
My heart died.
Stolen;
A gift to give
and receive. Broken,
Maybe I don't want to live.
Grieving,
Look at my skin
It will tell you
of my pain and of the din
Within my head.
YOU ARE READING
Sane
PoetryA collection of the fragmented bits of poetry and prose my soul is made of.
