A streak of bad luck?
Or just the universe trying to smite you down?
One thing happened,
Oh it'll be fine.
Another.
It's fine, I'm fine.
Another.
Okay who's orchestrating this prank?
You begged for help,
No one came.
You asked a specific person.
He meant the world to you.
He pretended you were fine.
So he wouldn't have to help.
You thought you were his world to.
Nope.
He has her.
His attention on her.
Not you.
Stop begging.
Stand up.
Strong.
Independent.
Fight.
You can do it.
No the fuck you can't.
You're done.
There's nothing left to fight for without him.
Might as well end it now.
YOU ARE READING
H.C.N.M.P.H.
PoetryThis is just a little book of good and bad poems I've written when I am not doing the best.. most are sad and I'm sorry if this upsets anybody.. just normal thoughts that cross my mind on a regular basis. Nothing special..
