How is it fair
For people to leave.
After you begged
And they promised?
"I'll stay"
They said
"I'm different"
Promises,
Why do you trust the freaking promises?!
No words said as she walks away
What do you do when you break?
Lost a best friend
Lost a Technical Aunt.
Even "eleven" hurts
When that was a time for healing.
Don't leave
Is that so hard to do?
Promises once whole
Are now their disarranged truth.
Shattered and bent
All to their will.
Strong is something
Not felt.
And it's your fault
Everything screams
Yet you can't find
A way
To disagree
YOU ARE READING
From The Pen To The Soul
PoetrySometimes, writing isn't an option; it's a necessity. This is my story. Everything I write, is a part of me. But it's up to you, to find your story; connect to yourself through my writing. (Most of these are sent to my big sister)
