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.
YOU ARE READING
Where I am Today
Short StoryThis is a collection of a bunch of things I have written that have turned out to be quite depressing. Not all parts in the book are going to be sappy so don't worry! All my friends hate me for always writing about sad topics. So might as well make s...
