Where were you when I needed a hand?
Or when I needed you?
I rather be misunderstood than be used by command.
We were sticked together by different glue.I needed you when my world was falling apart,
But you were playing with my heart,
Like a symphony.I don't need your apathy,
Or your sympathy.You only want to laugh because we got caught.
You put my stomach in a knot.I got away as fast as I could.
I knew I left you for good,
When I could breathe again,
And to be able to write about it with this pen.
YOU ARE READING
Don't Speak
PoetryA collection of poetry I've been writing from when I was 14 till now.