If I counted the amount of times I have cried over losing (Never having) you.
The number of times I've screamed out how much I hated you.
If I inscribed your name into my skin with a sharp blade every time you made me feel
Worthless, ugly, pathetic.
The number of times I've wanted to scream out how much I truly loved you.
If I drowned my sorrows with sin.
Would you even care?
You've already turned your head away for another.
Leaving me to be drunk on tears.
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The Break of Creativity
PoezjaThis is a collection of a variety of words I have created. These are my own personal works so please do not copy them. I have worked very hard in them. Some I have made in creative writing class, others depending on where I am in the world.
