I have so many emotions.
I'm sad,
I'm mad,
I'm angry,
I'm upset,All over you.
I'm not sad that you're gone. Not anymore. I wouldn't take you back if your life depended on it.
Sure I'm still there for you if you need someone to talk to, but don't think you're special. I'm there for everyone.
You called me so many hurtful things, all in the span of twenty minutes.
I know why you called me crazy.
You continuously compared me to your ex-girlfriend. I didn't say anything but it hurt me. It made me feel sad.
I felt as though you never really wanted me, and that feeling was right. You said yourself, you only wanted my body. And when you didn't get it? You left.
I hope you treat the next girl better.
Actually,
I hope there isn't a next girl. No one deserves the heartbreak that I went through.You're an asshole.
I have so many emotions to let out and I just want to scream them at you. I just want to cry. I just want you to know how you made me feel.
I have swings from sad, to mad, to "i want to throat punch you"
all at once.
Cause that's what you did to me.
YOU ARE READING
Am I okay?
PoetryMy certain "you" is a person. They're gone and I'm slowly learning how to deal with it. This book is completely non fiction, as it's every thought straight from my head.