I cried so hard for you to come back
My watery tears turned to blood
But they didn't come out of my eyes-
They came out of my wrists.
Balling my hands into fists,
Wishing you would come back to me,
You're cheap but guess what- it's free.
So just come back to me
And my "tears" will dry
And I won't need to cry
I will have all I've ever wanted- you.
And you get what you want too,
To see my final day
Because you decided to stay.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry
PoetrySome of them are from my own experiences, and some are not. Good luck trying to figure out which ones are what... ;P
