Feeling guilty
How did you think I was going to react?
Wish you were here so I can hear your laugh,
How was I supposed to know your mind wasn't in tact?
What is the truth, what's fiction and what's fact?
Your mom says you made a line down your arm splitting it in half.
How could you allow her to see you in that way,
Where did you get the thought that this was okay.
I don't know if you were strong or weak,
You were the best, I'd bow to your feet.
I'd make sure we hung out every week,
But now it's too late to take things nice and neat,
Your body is all types of fucked at this point,
Looks like you really took it all for one boy,
Really looks like you let yourself become his toy,
Oh my... He killed you in reality.
He's in court for causing your fatality.
He led you to take your life,
Kept promising you, you'd be his wife,
Then said your nothing, you're a waste of life.
He made you believe you couldn't do things right,
Now you will never see the light, taking your own precious life...
YOU ARE READING
Letters To The Writer: Volume 1
PoetryJust me writing poems, can be sad, can be happy, matters about he day and what I'm writing about. This is really for me but if you like it a share, vote, comment would be much appreciated, thank you.
