I'm here, again....
I was okay at one point,
but now I'm not so sure.
It hurts,
and it hurts a lot,
the fact that you left
and never came back.
The fact that you read,
and never replied.
Messages,
letters,
all of that,
and not a single one was answered.
I crave you so bad,
and you don't even know,
Or maybe you do,
but you don't give a fuck.
You are maybe too busy,
don't care
or maybe... maybe
you found someone else.
Not knowing about you at all,
makes me wonder
if I was ever enough.
Was I just a casual affair?
A toy to play with?
Just a girl you happened to pass by and left?
Did you ever care?
Were you even there?
My mind is all a mess,
and I'm still confused.
Was I ever important to you?
YOU ARE READING
Fragments of the Broken
Teen FictionJournal of broken pieces, where broken hearts and broken people lie on. Where you'll find things that you might've felt at a time or seen before your eyes. A projection, an art expression of things we keep, things we see. We are all Wallflowers, and...
