"What more can I do...
If it isn't true?"
It wasn't true
You were never real
You were never there
And yet
I put my faith in you
And in her
We were both victims
The show
Made me open my eyes
The music was great
But I've moved on
Want to know why?
Because it is too hard
To hear your voice
Know your name
And see your face
And not think of...you...
When it isn't even true
L...I can't hate you
The past two years
I've drowned myself in tears
I'm tired of it
I'm over you
Thanks to you, now I'm screwed
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Poems By Me
PoetryThese are poems about shit I've dealt with, even just this year alone. From poems about depression, love, fighting, anger, heartbreak, friendship, and wonders you will surely be able to relate to something. If you're going through a hard time like...
