Maybe it was the way he held me at night,
Like I was the most important person in the universe,
It made me feel special,
Until he left me crying my eyes out,
Lungs aching,
Heart breaking,
Begging for him to come back.
His arms held me closely,
As if he was trying to put my broken pieces back together,
Yet he was the one that shattered me.
My house was not a home,
Because houses break down,
My home was your arms where I thought I could stay,
But now here I am laying in an empty bed wishing for you to come back.
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Drowning In Sorrow- Poetry
Poesía*Trigger Warning* Suicide, cutting, depression, abuse, self harm, death etc. ~I didn't know happiness as well as I know sorrow ❤️ Stay strong ❤️
