I said too much,
but to me it didn't
feel like enough.
I look at it now,
and I can't see how.
How you ever really
loved me.
I got to thinking.
Yes I know that's
deadly.
But I thought
could I have been
"The Rebound".
I got you back in order.
But did you ever think?
Think about me?
Do you even see how it
affected me?
I guess none of it
matters now.
I just don't see how.
How you could have
played me.
YOU ARE READING
Broken Pieces
PoetryThis is a collection of my pain over the past 6 or so years. Writing has always been my outlet. While many of us suffer from mental illness everyone of us copes in different ways. My style advanced over the years so bare with me in the first few cha...
