My heart is hurting,
I don't know what to feel.
I can't tell the difference
Of what is fake and what is real
My heart is in pieces,
It keeps on breaking.
It was the only thing
You were capable of taking.
My heart has been torn,
And it won't stop bleeding.
Who's fault is it,
That you were misleading?
Inside your heart,
I have no meaning.
I didn't want this,
I'm kicking and screaming.
YOU ARE READING
Poetry for the Pained
PoesíaThis is just poetry that I've randomly written, and feel like publishing them will help or inspire others. They're all pretty short. Please, no hatful remarks.
