I get that you're gone,
I've gotta move on.
You played games
with my mind
because to you,
I was hardly worth a pawn.
You smile at the world
to show that you're free.
I smile at the world
to hide that I'm hurting.
I can't believe I was hurt
by an idiot like you,
but every day I feel like
I won't make it through.
'Through what?' you ask,
well, this war in my mind.
I can't move forward
unless I stop looking behind.
YOU ARE READING
|midnight thoughts|
Poetrya collection of midnight thoughts, a collection of small voices that are desperate to be heard. -trigger warning- cover by @CNS2004 #135 on 1/12/17
