You left
I gave up
I'm tired
Your done with me
There not
They care
He cares
There are there for me
I know it
Unlike you
You destroyed me
Yet the brought me back to life
When you would through your knife at me
They would block it
And when they couldn't
They would heal me
From the wounds that you left
The scars you made
I am now done
We are threw with this
I will dig your grave when I get the chance
Yet I will cry the hardest when you leave all of us
I have been threw so much with you
What happened to that?
YOU ARE READING
A sad life
PoetryThe story of a life, written in words that can shed tears. There were many tears writing these prices, yet someone has to write them or the story will go untold. And I believe that no story should ever go untold.
