You were the first.
You've always been.
The first to hurt me,
To hit me,
To break me.
But you were also the first to love me,
To care for me,
To heal me.
You were the first.
You've always been.
And now,
You'll be the last.
As I write these words into my skin,
Just know.
You were the first.
YOU ARE READING
Poems for the Depressed
PoetryJust sad poems I come up with. *Some are sexual so please beware.*
