I was always the one to hear you out.
I stayed with you when everyone told me to leave.
I assured you that those monsters inside of you would go away.
I told you that i loved you every single day.
Why did you leave me dry?
Why in the hell did you open and pick apart your wounds?
Why did I let myself die.
I heard myself out.
I told myself what i loved every single day.
So why am i so dry?
YOU ARE READING
Excerpts From A Book Ill Never Write| #Wattys2018
Poetry©2017 By dallywinston1738 or Annaka Logue or Annaka Marie ||All rights reserved.|| ||Plagerism is punishable by law|| These silent thoughts were stuck in my head. Wanting, begging,pleading to be let out. They never ended up becoming more than a few...
