So many times I wonder,
what has happened to us?
We once have tried to patch things up.. decided to love one another as we both should have.
How come we're back to where we were before?
I look at your blazing eyes,
each time you scream and shout,
With your words that's cutting me up, wide and deep till I'm all tears,
and all you can be is sarcastic, never truly apologetic,
Not a hint of remorse nor guilt,
Only irritated as you call me stupid and pathetic!
You know where to stab to make me bleed,
Targets me on spots where I'm weak,
making me feel small..
unloved and alone!
I'm sick and tired of all these!
Wishing sometimes for my life to end..
For me to die so all of these would stop,
For my breath to cease so you'd be at ease..
You'd be happy once rid of me,
You'll have your Rest and I,
on the other hand..
shall have my Peace.
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PoesíaRanked: #71 on Poetry Category November 16, 2016 Don't judge the book by it's cover, Have a look inside to uncover.. Even titles doesn't matter, For the content of a Book or a person's character, Isn't always defined by what people see on the outs...
