The thought of you breaks me
The sight of you kills me
But im still with you
Whats the point on us
If its just mental abuse
Whats the point on trust
Is you cant help fix us
All it is,is mind games
You get what you want
But i break down with what i cant give
You smile n laugh
While i cry in my grave
You get everything
While i try and be brave
Whats with the abuse
Or is it just my thoughts about you
YOU ARE READING
Your My Pandoras Box
Poetrythis is the second book to life is its own paradox another poem book but itll have more then one style in this one
