You have added to the reason I know I don't matter,
You have made me plan my death over and over,
You have made me force myself to smile like the mad hatter.
I have to hold back my tears all the time now,
You don't and never did care how your words hit,
But it is still all my fault and I'm the bad person somehow.
Everything you did and said to me hurt like a knife to the heart,
Your words stung and your actions cut deep,
I guess you must enjoy watching me fall apart.
If you would think before you open you speak;
And decide that I am to be labeled a freak.
You should consider how the things you say;
Do matter to the person they're about and it begins to weigh.
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Who Else And Other Works By: Jules L. Gonzales
PoesíaA collection of poetry written out of pain, loss and love.