What is my trust?
What are my feelings to you?
They are not a fucking game
It's not something you play with till it breaks and expect me not to be hurt and mad
I don't know what to tell you
when you do this I stand up for myself just like you and others always told but then i'm considered the bitch
I use to be able to call you my friend
but I don't know to think anymore
Maybe a few more cuts will numb this pain and help me think straight
but until then you labeled as i don't know anymore
no matter how much you make me hate myself i still love you
YOU ARE READING
The Struggles in Life
PoetryMy book is full of my thoughts. There is some positive in here you just have to find it. But this book is my thought, my feelings, my rants
