Her Story:
Hate to fall apart easily.
Drunk and stupid,
I'm over being sorry.
Nothing left.
Retarded,
But I'll prove I'll always love
your worst parts.
It's my fault you did it.
Confirms happiness, lies about
Depression.
I could listen,
But we have problems.
I'm not leaving to:
Live or love.
I'm leaving to survive.
YOU ARE READING
8 Word Poetry
PoetryIt was a breakup. There were text messages, heart break, and arguments. You fall in love and never fall out. Looking for an escape where there isn't one. You're supposed to be scared. It's scary. So are suicide attempts.
