What can I do when I don’t remember how to feel?
How can I love when I have never been loved?
When will you realise that you destroyed me?
Why am I the one hurting, when all I ever did was try to make you happy?
You broke me, I don’t even know how to put it in words.
The amount of pain you have caused is immeasurable.
I struggle each day to pull on a mask, to pretend that I am happy.
Some days are a lot harder than others.
Like today.
I have a bottle of wine. Not a cup. A whole bottle.
And I learnt that wine is depressing.
I just sat there and wanted to cry.
Because even though I was surrounded by people , I was utterly alone.
And I blame it on you.
YOU ARE READING
My Heart-Shaped Box
PoetryThis is a small collection of some random poetry from my life, I believe that in reading a person's writing you can get an insight into the person they truly are, so this is me and I hope you like who I am
