Words as Weapons
It hurts
The things you say
Whether you realize it
Or not
It hurts
The stabbing at my heart
The wringing of my tears
That fall
It hurts
That I'm not good enough
To make you proud
I've tried
It hurts
That I yearn for your approval
And you're never satisfied
With me
It hurts
That my decisions hurt you
But I can't help it
Can I?
It hurts
That I'm a good for nothing
With nowhere to go in life
For me
YOU ARE READING
Just some poems written by me :)
PoetryA collection of poetry, sometimes school assignments, the works!!
