You've hurt me in more ways then I can even describe to you.
The words that you used to rip apart my soul,
Has consumed my mind
And had made me question my worth.
Was I worth you giving up your habits,
Your addictions,
Your life?
I didn't ask you to.
I was a child.
Innocent
Just trying to deal with the cards life had dealt me at such a young age.
But it doesn't matter now.
You can't take back what you said
And I can't take back what I did.
So we're just stuck.
Aimlessly trying to figure out where to go from there.
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The Diary of Her
Poetry"I let her go because I knew she could do better. And now she's gone. I wonder if I should've just been better."